The room was full to the brim, fuller than she had expected.
Were this many people so eager to witness the downfall of Jarren Straught? Only half the congregation had been present during their first trial.
Claire glanced down at her dress, wondering why people were staring at her so boldly. The dress she had chosen was a drab green one, not one of the fancy ones Yeren had gifted her. And she wasn't wearing the necklace he had given her either.
In simple words, she had taken care to dress like a 'servant'.
But as she continued down the aisle in search of space, she felt a piercing gaze on her. Unable to shake it off, she glanced up.
And there he was, leaning back leisurely against his throne, dressed in a regal attire of grey, white and black.
