Shelly crouched down to pick up the parchment which had fallen to the floor. She smoothed out the damp square on her dress and was just about to fold it when something caught her eye. The crowd was still buzzing, yet she managed to keep her composure. The sense of impending doom and betrayal was fresh on her mind. Why would the Lord of Anger leave Lord Confused in charge? It made no sense. She knew that Lord Angry had a soft spot for Lord Confused after fighting side by side during the last crusade for the books, but he had to know how important this was, right?
“Uh, hello everyone,” Lord Confused began. “I am ready to begin the trial. King Stannis, Lord Axey? Shall we proceed?”
“Yes, let’s get this business over with straight away,” said Lord Axey as he adjusted his doublet. The embroidered ram upon his breast was worked in spun gold and shone brightly in the midday sun.
King Stannis did no more than nod his head and look at Lady Shelly.
“We are ready to proceed then! Bring in the first witness!” exclaimed Lord Confused.
Shelly heard the sound of footsteps and felt her heartbeat quicken, though she dare not turn her head to see who was approaching. The crowd started buzzing again, but was quickly quieted by a fierce look from King Stannis.