“The monarchs have demanded that you answer for the death of Midas—that you stand trial at a royal Conflux. They claim…” My heart crashes against my chest. “They claim what?” He lets out a weary sigh. “They’re claiming that you stole Midas’s gold-touch. That you became jealous when he announced his betrothal to Queen Kaila, and you killed him in a fit of rage. And…that you’ve seduced me.”
