When Heryetta Farise Orndorff heard the news, unease crawled up her back. She thanked the person bringing the news and quickly walked back home, not wanting to be confronted by anyone. Arriving at her house, she closed the door behind her, brew herself a cup of tea and sat down at the table. Thoughts came and went, but none were appealing.
Surely this was done for a reason? Something good can come out of this, it must. Azorella was trialed, found guilty. Unfit to resume her position. What else could they have done?
…
Steam blew onto her face. The tea was still hot.
What sort of council do we have that snuffs out the life of a councilor like that? Was there really nothing else to be done? Will we greet every inconvenience with death from now on, as an uncivilized people? Is that who we are?
No, no... it was for the best...
… was it?
In her mind she went back and forth like this, her opinion of the assassination uncertain. She remained still in her chair, waiting for her beverage to cool down. Just as she wished this situation would.