For a beat, there was silence. Asrig's words rang through her mind, goaded on by his eyes peering deep into hers, like he could see into her soul.
Like he could read her thoughts and knew just how to etch doubts and uncertainties into her heart as surely as he had etched his own self.
And Neveah felt it, crawling along her spine, teasing her to question what she knew to be true. Halfway up, it died.
Finally, Neveah smiled. "And?"
"And?" Asrig raised a brow in question.
"So what if it was you who killed him? What then?" Neveah continued blankly.
"If there's any truth to that, what do you hope to achieve by telling it to me? Do you want a crown? A standing ovation...you already had the entire world in the palm of your hand and you still ruined it."
Asrig frowned slightly, tilting his head to the side.
"The dark lord's demise was necessary for the stronghold. If Agardan killed him, you rose to the throne riding on his tails and not one person stood against you."
