More Questions than Answers

Matias's hands trembled with rage as he turned Aleksasha's face away from the carnage. She didn't protest as she rested against his chest, her thoughts racing.

 

"It's been ten years. Why are these people protesting our marriage now?" Aleksasha asked quietly. "Why threaten us like this?" 

Matias didn't answer her, he looked to Turold with a displeased frown. "Have someone clean this up. Call a priest to reconsecrate the grounds," he ordered. 

Turold bowed his head. "You grace, I have an answer to the question the Duchess asked the other night." 

Aleksasha lifted her face toward Turold, peering at him from the safety of Matias's arms. "What did you discover?" 

"It was raining in East Fallion the night the courier arrived. We believe he came from there," Turold replied.