This is madness.
Alanna looks across the court to where Duke Roger is preparing himself. She had never liked the man, never trusted him, but had always been unable to explain why.
Until this morning, when the elemental magic of the Chamber of the Ordeal tore through the veil clouding her mind. Filled with sudden clarity, she searched his rooms; discovering the wax dolls and exposing his plot.
Resolutely stepping onto the fencing court, she looks to where her Prince is standing with his parents and bows, Lightning cold in her hand.
This is the sanest thing I've ever done.