Giada bunched up her dress into her fists. Her fingers ached from how tightly she held the dress. She breathed in some courage and in a low voice thickened with anger said, "If it were my kingdom, the girl would have not only been thrown in the dungeons, but she would have been branded with hot iron, and then paraded around naked."
Eltanin remained quiet. One of the guards grunted in approval. There was no movement from anybody.
"The servant girl is of no importance in front of me." Encouraged, Giada's voice raised when she noticed Eltanin's silence. "I— I haven't come here on my own. It was Princess Morava's orders as well. Now that you are marrying her, you must fulfill her wishes. And she wishes the girl to be thrown in the dungeons and then hanged to death. And if you don't want that, she can be sent to a unit of soldiers on the border of Draka. They would do the needful!"
