"By heavens. Lyrius. Thy word shock mine ears! Thou art the spy, who did our secrets steal? And thou, fair Lirien, didst thou know of this? Art thou complicit in this treachery!" The man's voice was loud and echoed around the theater. He was wearing a royal red robe with gold trim, a white shirt, and black pants.
The woman he was addressing was beautiful, with brown hair flowing like water tresses, she wore a light blue gown with flowery petals embroidered on the gown. She gasped dramatically and her gaze shifted from the elderly man and the young man in servant clothing. "No, my dear father, I didst not know, O swear! Lyrius deeds do shock me, as much as they do thee!"
The young man in servant clothes laughed slowly, "Aye my dear kinds, I didst confess indeed! But there is more, a truth that doth exceed."