The atmosphere was tense, and the air thick with unspoken secrets. Roland scanned the room observing his wife's closest family members, one by one.
Through the tense silence which was broken by rustling fabric, one by one, hands began to rise. First, Lady Iryne Thorin, then Lord Paxton Thorin followed by the elderly in the group, the duke and duchess. John went after them, then the three males cousins, Sigrid and very reluctantly, Deanna raised her hand last.
Roland's eyes widened in shock, "All of you? Every single one of you?"
He could not believe that even pregnant Deanna had involved herself in something like that.
John sighed, "Not just us, every Thorin that is still int he city has tried." he admitted and sighed. Disappointment was heavy in his voice that they had all tried but failed.
Duke Thorin nodded, "You must understand your highness that she poses a threat to our families."
