Trial of the Valkyrie
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Following the events of ACOSF, the Valkyrie must answer for their victory in the Blood Rite and face trial before the Illyrian Tribunal in Windhaven. Corporal punishment is certain, but there is one way around it for Gwyneth Berdara: Marriage.
"As Gwyneth Berdara's husband, I invoke the right to accept whatever punishment is determined on her behalf."
Slowly, the three Magistrates' heads swiveled to Gwyn. The priestess swallowed hard.
"Miss Berdara," Crispin said, "You can confirm that you are the wife of Spymaster Azriel?"
She did not hesitate. "Yes."
Celio's brows furrowed, while Crispin exhaled heavily.
"Thank you, for confirming, Miss Berdara," Fabius said, his voice slick with mock amiability. "Please note that we reserve the right to call your union into question if we find justification." He shifted his attention to Azriel. "Sustained, Spymaster Azriel."
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