Amy holds up a hand to stop him. “We have no doubt your attempts to explain this away would be most entertaining in their creativity, we are not in the mood for amusement at the moment.”

She takes a step closer, looks Lord Julius in the eye for a moment, and then slaps him across the face, as hard as she can.

“If anything has happened to my husband, or to my friend, you will pay for it seven times over,” Amy says, quietly enough that everyone but Lord Julius has to strain to hear her.

And then she steps back. “Lord Stefan, if you please. We would have the traitor removed to the dungeons.”