The Visitor

The investigation into the Count's death had stalled into an endless week of murmured accusations and mounting frustration.

In the stately council chamber of the palace, a group of noblemen and advisors gathered around a heavy oak table. Their voices—ranging from whispers to sharp outbursts—became the day's lament.

Even as the Imperial Knights reported that nothing could tie Lady Therese to the fatal event, some nobles demanded her harsh imprisonment.

Their charges were baseless; there was no solid evidence to prove she was responsible for her father's death, yet their jeers and accusations rang out as if truth itself had been violated.

One noble, his face ruddy with indignation, bellowed repeatedly, "If this is all about Lady Therese's supposed guilt, then why do we not have any proof? She is clearly guilty!" His words drifted around the room like a cursed incantation, and I could feel the tension crackling in the stale air.