Chapter 120: The Verdict None of Them Own
Thorncrest scoffed.
It was not a loud sound, nor an exaggerated one—but it carried enough weight to cut cleanly through the tension that had already settled thick within the chamber.
He turned his gaze fully toward Baron Redwick.
"Are you quite serious?" he asked, his tone measured, though edged faintly with disbelief.
Julian did not flinch.
He adjusted his spectacles with deliberate calm, meeting Thorncrest's gaze without hesitation.
"I am," he said simply.
There was no wavering in it. No attempt to soften the stance he had taken.
"You should have considered the consequences," Julian continued, "before acting as you did."
Thorncrest's expression hardened, though the faint curve of amusement did not entirely leave his lips.
"Again," he said, his voice cool, "you place blame where it does not belong."
Julian said nothing.
"It is not my failing," he continued, "that the King could not control his own narrative."
