"I did not touch her," Lara said crossing her arms.
"You expect us to believe she impaled herself on a tree?" Maravelle's voice was filled with disdain. "To what end? To frame you? A rather extreme measure, even for Selene."
"I am the Moonguard," Lara said confidently. "If I wanted to hurt her, she would have more wounds than this. Look at the angle of the injury. If I had thrown her against the tree, the force would have come from the front. That wound is on her back. She had to have fallen forward onto that broken branch herself."
Marcellus exchanged a glance with Maravelle.
"A fair point," Marcellus conceded quietly.
"Dont tell me you believe such preposterous allegations sovereign."
"Well, we kind of know Selene to be a bit crazy."
Maravelle stared at him in disbelief. Her expression hardened into a furious mask. "Crazy? Marcellus, she is bleeding! She is injured! This is not 'crazy,' this is a brutal attack that only confirms the Queen Consort's malicious intent!"
