Marcus looked around the room, seeing no support, no escape. His supporters had already begun edging away, not wanting to be associated with an accused patricide.
"You're insane," he said. "You're all insane. I won't participate in this farce."
"Then you're confirming your guilt." I turned to the nobles. "Prince Marcus refuses to drink medicine he claims is healing. He has no answer for the poison in the medicine or the correspondence discussing poisons. And our father lies dying from the treatments Marcus insisted on providing. The evidence is clear."
"Arrest him," Thomas said, stepping forward. My eldest brother looked sick but determined. "If there's even a chance this is true, we can't risk it. Guards, take Prince Marcus into custody."
"Don't you dare touch me!" Marcus backed toward the wall. "I'm a prince! I have rights!"
"So did our father. That didn't stop you from poisoning him." James moved to block the door. "You're done, Marcus. Accept it."
