There was nothing to be happy about the next morning.
Delice had been interrogated about the incident.
“I didn't go down the stairs with them. I felt ill,” she had said, looking right ahead of her with a blank stare. “I have been unwell ever since the mark. So I told the Queen’s mother and Gwen that I would have to depart from them to see Doctor Nicholas. I don't know what happened in the Hall of Statues because I wasn't there, your Majesty.” She had told the King, trying to fight the trembling feeling coursing through her. “I only left for a minute, she can't be dead. Ka'ik wouldn't do that, not even George, she was like his mother. She can't be dead just like that. It is impossible.”
