At the center of the table, Ashlynn had gone so still that a person could mistake her for a statue. Her face had settled into an impassive mask that revealed nothing of what she was thinking, while her emerald eyes looked cold and hard. The man sitting next to her, however, completely misread her reaction to the tale unfolding in front of them.
"If just this much bothers you," Owain said softly. "Then you should understand why women have no place sitting in judgment. You can still put an end to this nonsense," he suggested in a mild tone, as though he was just making idle conversation. "Stop forcing the baronesses to participate in this ugly business. Clear the hall of women and children and let the men settle things."
