Almara’s Pov
My heart sinks as the odds stack up against us. By the looks of Cathy and Roberts fallen faces, they seem to be thinking the same thing. We’re doomed. Only Arthur maintains his disposition and holds his head high with an air of respect pouring from him.
“Please sit.” Delfino says as he takes his own seat in what appears to be a throne.
“How do the defendants plea?” Delfino asks looking at us like we’re gum on the bottom of his shoe.
“Not guilty.” Arthur is quick to answer. Cathy shoots him a daggering glance. Arthur hesitates. “Your Honor.” He says with an impressive ability to keep the disdain out of his voice.
“To all accounts?” Delfino confirms, raising his eyebrow.
“Yes, Your Honor.” Arthur replies.
“Very well,” Delfino strikes his gavel down on a wooden pall
