"Is that true, Mother?! Stanmis is dead?!" Cassius exclaimed joyfully, nearly jumping out of his seat and shouting with excitement. Yet he restrained himself when Morgana held his hand to keep him seated. "Does this mean I'll finally be free? But why are they still keeping me here? Isn't that strange? There's no evidence that I'm guilty, after all."
Morgana smiled broadly, gripping Cassius's hand tightly. She shook his shoulders to keep him upright—ensuring he didn't lose the pride of being a Fenwick in this moment. "Be patient. They're still conducting the autopsy on Stanmis's body. Everything must follow the procedures of Alverton's imperial law.
