"You are quick to hand out sentencing, Asher," Leah said calmly. "It would be a barbaric world, indeed, if the wanton orders of madmen like you held stock. Fortunately, our ancestors decided long ago that a court system was preferable to martial law. Your guilt or innocence will be determined by a jury, in a fair trial. For now, guards, please provide the former prime minister in a suitable holding place. One where he will not be tempted to leave the country when it is no longer to his liking."
"No!" Asher shouted as Nolian guards converged. Even with his resistance at its ugliest, it took little manpower to keep him under control. He was half dragged, half carried away.
Leah let out a long breath-a breath it felt like she had been holding for the better part of several months. Nothing would ever bring her family back, but maybe, now, they could rest a little easier.