What happened next, Dael would never be able to properly describe, because he didn’t really know. One moment the nobleman was lunging at Flavia, the next he was on the ground, scrabbling at the hilt of his knife where it protruded from his chest. Flavia was breathing hard, her hands up before her spattered with blood.
One of the maids screamed first.
And then a little weasel of a woman who’d been at the nobleman’s side cried, “Murder! Murder by a non-citizen!”
The cry was taken up on the other side of the curtain.
And then the soldiers came.
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