_Rowena's POV_
The first two confessors came forward before dinner.
I hadn't expected it to be the kitchen stewards. Of all the people in that line yesterday, they had been the quietest and the most unremarkable. They had stood in the middle and given nothing away. But they came to my study together, which told me they had talked it over between themselves and decided together, and they stood in front of my desk and said they were ready to tell me everything.
I told them to sit down.
They talked for a long time.
Most of what they said confirmed things I already knew or had pieced together. But then one of them, the older of the two leaned forward slightly and said there was something else. Something he hadn't seen in any document because it had never been written down.
