She didn’t miss it.
She walked up to General Varak and stared at him for a long moment before speaking.
“You say my mate turned feral. That he tore through your ranks. Killed his own soldiers.”
Varak bowed slightly, “Yes, your Highness.”
“You are a general,” she said. “A seasoned warrior. Tell me, what dose of wolfsbane is usually given to a feral to subdue them?”
Varak blinked. “I… I’m not sure what you mean—”
“Yes or no, General. You subdued him, did you not?”
A beat. “Yes.”
“With wolfsbane?”
“…Yes.”
She turned slightly to the council.
“He was brought here drugged. Beaten. Starved. Dressed in rags. So why wait until he slaughters everyone to use the poison and stop the m******e? From what I know, each general is equipped with such daggers for extreme situations…. So?”
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