Silence.
The heavy weight of silence hung in the air.
Why wouldn't it?
The Head of the Desgarron Household had just shared the most grim news imaginable.
Amara, the shining star of the Family, had been poisoned, and among the kneeling servants was the culprit.
'This is really bad! Why am I among the suspects, though? Amara and I only met in public spaces! I'm also not in charge of her meals, and I couldn't have done so forcefully since she is stronger than me. Above all else… I have the Slave Contract restricting me. I couldn't possibly—'
