The Jury - II

The plaintive fell down on her knees, happily thanking us in gratitude, but was escorted away. She was not the first one to be happy when received justice.

"Well done," Chiara leaned in. "You are quite firm in your approach. I must say, you did well. Maybe next time you can even host the court yourself."

By myself in a foreign country? Now I was petrified.

"Me?" at least my hand on my chest, as if the bird was not enough. "I don't even know the country—"

"Yes, you do." Chiara interrupted. " The people of this country were once prepared to accept you as a future queen. You are the only thing they have in common. When it comes to the past they left in the future they ended. You, Genevieve, are more than capable of holding this court."