The Justices of the king -III

What could I say that he was supposed to do in this scenario? What was it that I could actually say that would not harm anyone and even if it did, it would not be how many?

The answer was: absolutely nothing. 

There was nothing that I could say that would guarantee a way out for anyone, me or the servants that I had helped escape. There were no words that could bring any kind of justification for the events that had passed. 

Yet, I did not want the servants who already had nothing yet for the backbone of their families to lose whatever they had remain with them. 

"Y-you," I clear my throat a little forcefully to speak clearly, "you could let them all go and punish me." 

Tristan tilted his head to the side before a soft smile overtook his lips and he shook his head ever so slowly.