The atmosphere in the Great Hall had become incomparably heavy.
For a moment, the banter between Ashlynn and Owain, barbed as it had been, gave everyone in the Great Hall a glimpse of the couple they had been, reminding everyone of the years they'd spent courting one another before their tragic marriage nearly a year ago.
Now, however, as Sir Gilander and Sir Garrik worked to finish securing Owain's blue and yellow tabard in place and locking the segments of his armor together, Ashlynn stood before them as a fully armored avenger, and no one could ignore the hatred that burned between these two.
Half an hour ago, they'd listened to testimony and sat through the proceedings of a court making formal judgments. At the time, even the most shocking of accusations had started to feel distant once the heartstopping terror of the Inquisition's fiery attack had been replaced by the more restrained rhythm of a trial.
