Xander crumpled over onto his brother's body. For a single moment, silence reigned. Even the wind had stopped. Then everyone started screaming at once.
"What have you--why--Xander is--" Leon couldn't seem to finish a sentence, but each attempt he started at full volume and emotion.
The crowd was divided. Some nobles, especially those closest to the bodies of the princes, were panicking, trying their hardest to push away and escape. Those furthest from Minerva craned their necks and struggled to get a better view. People shouted, trying to understand what had just happened, what they had witnessed.
Some guards tried, ineffectively, to restore order; their frantic signing meant very little in the face of widescale commotion. Chava darted to me, clinging to the fabric of my dress.
I stared at Minerva, mouth agape. Killing Matthias in my defense had made sense. Assassinating the king had made sense. But opening declaring a coup, and publicly murdering her brother?