ALDRIC
That was when the door opened.
I heard her before I saw her.
The sound of heels on stone. It was unhurried and it sure sounded deliberate. The kind of entrance that announced itself without a single word being spoken first.
My sister-in-law, Morrigan walked into the hall dressed in red.
The room reacted. I felt the shift in the air before I fully processed what I was looking at.
She looked completely fine.
More than fine. She looked like a woman who had slept well and chosen her outfit with care and arrived exactly when she intended to.
She found her seat along the wall and settled into it like she had simply been delayed by something unimportant.
Then she looked at me.
"Was that an accusation, brother-in-law?"
Her voice was smooth and carried easily through the hall.
