"My lord…" Drakili began, his face distraught. "There are only two occasions at which a chief can be sentenced to death."
Eliron nodded. Being born as the brother to the former elven lord, he was not ignorant when it came to their rules.
There were only two situations in which an elven chief could be given capital punishment.
The first was in the case of murder, and the second… was treachery.
"I believe we have a spy amongst us," Eliron said calmly. His eyes alternating between everyone present, gauging their reactions.
Artie did not seem surprised even in the slightest, it seemed she had come to this conclusion a long time ago as well.
But Eliron could tell that Ash was bothered by the thought of it.
He was the type of person who valued loyalty above everything, and although the elves had their differences, Ash wanted to believe that they would never turn on each other.
But he was wrong.
