A Queen's will - III

Was I ready to go in front of a group of people that had been told that I was dead and Marilyn was responsible for it? 

Not really. 

But I had to do it. I placed my hand in his, comforted by the slight warmth his hand had, and nodded to him. I had to be courageous enough because I wanted to do it. Aron deserved this. Tristan and I walked out of the room together and found his uncle and Chiara waiting for us at the end of the hallway. They were looking at us, waiting for us to catch up to them. 

Once we were in the earshot, Chiara spoke to Tristan, "Lara will be doing the honors of telling the humans. I shall explain everything to her."

What? I stopped and stared at her in disbelief. 

"B-but," I scoffed, "did we not just talk about me standing up for myself?" 

"We did," Chiara answered frowning lightly, "Why?" she asked as if she did not understand the whole point which only made me feel angry.