Arya looked at the blood on her elbows, and that was when she realized her body was shaking too.
"T-Tyra... what has come over you? Are you... have you been possessed?" The queen asked in fear as she looked up at her from the floor, where she remained.
She had never felt like this before. Something didn't feel right. And the way Tyra was aloof and the kind of smirk on her face made the queen wary.
She didn't want to believe Tyra had something to do with all this. Of course not. Her daughter didn't have any reason to. She didn't have any reason to hurt her father or Prince Harold, much less her own mother and blood brother.
Besides, she was not that smart. She was only a weak girl.
Suspecting Tyra meant she was overestimating her.
Tyra suddenly giggled and used a hand to cover her mouth, her eyes shining with mischief, while Arya looked at her like she had gone crazy.
