"My son is innocent! You're all sickening! Go to hell!" Anika wailed in rage. Her voice was howling, soul-crushing, lamenting the death of the only son she loved so much.
Sick of hearing all the results of the investigation, having been so thoroughly deceived, no one would ever fathom the emptiness and heartbreak she felt as a mother from the loss of her son. An outburst of fury that boiled of Anika's head.
Garreth desperately calmed Anika, whose body was as rigid as iron, wracked with wrath and overwhelming grief; unstoppable.
In Garreth's arms, Anika screamed frantically, rebelled, then pulled out a dagger from behind her back. Pushing Garreth backwards━Anika leapt forward again, with the dagger in her hand raised high. Anika intended to kill Loras Tormund.
Everyone was startled to see the situation getting even more chaotic, not expecting Anika to act so recklessly before the majesties; all the nobles screamed in restraint, fear, panic.
