The barrier dissipated and Alec took a few steps forward. The swords were threatening him a meter away but he stood there calmly without anything protecting him. He looked at Minister Haystone across the hall and his eyebrow flicked up with disdain.
"The Queen is innocent. She did not kill your daughter," Alec stated the truth even when he knew the minister would not believe it. "But I know you'd rather stick to your foolish assumption and I won't convince you to believe me."
"Of course, you would cover your wife's filth because you two share the same feathers! Both cunning and evil!" Minister Haystone's voice thundered.
The rain started to pour outside accompanied by occasional roars of thunder.
"I wonder if you would call yourself a saint. We both know you have your fair share of evil, Haystone. And stop this chitchat, will you? You have to get through me first before you can lay your finger on the Queen."
