Roleplay from Catherine Chamberlain
Nobody gains... she kept the thought to herself, in the days to come this would be blamed on a faction. That blame would undermine Garas. Sirion would use the excuse to raise arms against the man who allowed their prime minister to be poisoned in such a manner. The fact that he yet lived made her contemplate that it was an act perpetrated by the man himself. If poison was the means you would surely add enough to prevent the healers touch helping.
They had all drank from the same jugs all been served by the same plate and cup bearers. She tried to think who had been attending Ecthelion drawing a blank more often than not. The room was now in tumult and it was difficult to tell who was there and who not. Her own Lords of Nivemus were all present, excepting her sister. She hoped that Kristina had managed to get Wulfric from the palace before Garas had locked down the exits. The factions were grouping, eyeing each other suspiciously. Understandably Garin's retinue from Eponllyn were quick to secure their King and the Princess Siana, they had experienced the poisoned blade so recently they were on high alert to any risk to the monarch. The majority of Sirion had followed in the wake of the healer, Gara's seemed to be allowing them a little more leeway, or perhaps he was corralling them in another part of the keep.
Garas looking ashen faced had taken charge of the situation personally. Having told her to avoid the wine he had simply left her. The men were armored, albeit ceremonial it offered some protection. She was unarmed and exposed, and he had left her... whats more as she attempted to reach Ecthelion she was swiftly turned back by Garas guardsmen. She was relieved to find the young Baron Stonefist once more at her elbow. The Ketchums soon joined her too. She took one of the sharper knives from the table and backed to the wall trying to find some space. The tension in the room was tangible though all were studiously trying to fool themselves and one another this was not the case.
Garas was nowhere in sight, indeed all of the nobles of Primus were absent. Something felt very wrong and she thought to herself that a prison was simply a room where the doors were locked and one could not escape.
"We need to get out of here," she commented to the men.
