Princess Eddia placed my young one on her mother's lap and retreated back to the shadows. I longed to run to her, to comfort her, to tell her it will be alright. But I was stuck, my legs frozen in readiness to save Elendil from the clutches of the queen.
"Now, young one, you cannot lie to me because I rule even above you," She spoke calmly to my son, "Now tell me, what did you feel when you saw Elvin attack Jibril?"
Elendil squirmed uncomfortably and shot me such a pained expression I choked out a sob.
"Scared." He admitted.
"Why is that, my son?"
"Because he might start hitting me."
"What lies have you planted in his mouth?" I yelled, "He knows I would never harm him, I have never even shouted at him!" Tears streamed down my face as I tried to make them understand but I knew they never would.
"Are you scared of Elvin?"
"Yes." His angelic face his in his chest as he looked down.
"What?" I could hardly believe this. My rib cage felt like it had been smashed in, shards of bone piercing everything it could. More than anything, I pitied Elendil; he was being forced to say this. I do not know how they had done it, but they had. They had serious vendettas against me, and I was about to work out just how deep they went.