Rebellious end

 'Eia, Raiden… why did this have to happen, how could it be, why me, why us, why our family. You didn't deserve any of it, I was the one responsible, I should have been there, I should have taken responsibility,' a lump of pure hatred slipped down Nicola's fiery hot throat. An uneasy sensation rose deep within the stomach, it stopped short of mouth – a mixture of hiccups and gag, '-Raiden,' the untamed Eia pulled onto the body bag's zipper. A fouler stench gripped the throne room, flushing bystanders into the open. They ran for immediate exits. 'My son,' crossed the unfortunate father's mind, '-he's gone,' silent tears fell.

 "Theon Rodster and Nicola Vonhem Hart," proclaimed the king, "-you're excused. Return to Dorchester and relay the news. Nobles wishing to earn my favor are welcomed to the palace – especially duchy of Goldberg and marquee Hart."

 "Majesty, will there not be a trial for the traitor?"