“I’ll swear it on the Goddess Herself if I have to, Luna. During the height of midsummer, when our grain harvests were at their peak, she was bleeding us dry. She siphoned off the Pack’s supplies and sold them to rivals, pocketing the gold for herself. She even snatched the wages right out of the kitchen staff's hands,” Jennifer explained, her voice trembling with raw honesty. “That’s when she started cornering me, forcing that poisoned herbal tea down my throat under the lie that it would make me fertile.”

I felt my expression harden, my voice dropping into a deadly, low register. “Was that the first time you caught her...