Their Hidden Princess (Zora) novel Chapter 215

Chapter 215

I seemed to have fallen asleep in the cell as the next thing that happened was my eyes slowly fluttering open to the sound of keys. I blinked a few times and saw the door to my cell be wrenched open. I sat up from where I’d bent over on the bench, rubbing at me eyes.

“Get up, Smith,” the guard barked. “Trial starts now.

I blinked at him in surprise but did nothing as I stood and brushed out my sweatsuit I’d worn to class. I cursed myself for not wearing something mildly sensible to class for once. I shuffled out of my cell, hands still cuffed together. The guard grabbed me by my shoulder and steered me towards the exit.

Instead of leaving, however, we walked through a side door I hadn’t noticed the night before. I frowned but the guard didn’t seem to care. He wound me down another hall. There was a hum of voices coming through the walls that I couldn’t pin down. It sounded like it was coming from around me at all sides.

As the guard opened the door at the end of the hall, I realized the sound was coming from all around me. I was led into an atrium that was full of people. And they were screaming.

The sounds hit my ears and I immediately cringed. My head was flooded with a bunch of horrible words and statements. People were calling my a liar, a witch, a bitch. They didn’t stop there.

“Traitor!”

“Fucking whore!”

“Manipulative cunt!”

“You don’t belong here!”

“You’ll never be one of us, you vampire pawn!”

I tried to tune them out. I tried to believe my truth and realize these were all names that were being yelled because of a false accusation. None of these people thought this about me until yesterday.

Unless, they thought it about me the whole time.

I shoved that thought deep in the back of my mind as I was brought to the front of an atrium. There was a large desk and two side desks flanking it. Guards lined the observers and were holding several of them back. There was a loud slamming of a gavel and everyone slowly quieted down. I looked up and gasped as I made eye contact with the judge.

Professor Keverow was seated at the top of the large desk.

Her hair was pinned back and she had black robe on. She looked even more violent and sadistic than she looked in alchemy class. I swallowed thickly as her eyes narrowed on me. She cleared her throat then addressed the crowd.

“We are gathered here to address the accusations to one Zora Smith,” Keverow said. “I am the honorable Judge Keverow from the Wolf Authorities UK division. I will precede over the hearing but, ultimately, the decision will be held to vote from the audience.”

The slurs and name calling started up all over again. Keverow let it go for a few moments before driving her gravel down again. I swallowed thickly. All of the odds were against me.

“Silence!” Keverow called for. “Let the preceding begin. Bring forth the accuser!”

I turned over my shoulder to watch the doors. My heart sunk to my toes as I saw who was walking in. Thorne held his head high as he marched down the aisle. I bit my lip to make sure my tears didn’t spill over the edges of my eyes. This couldn’t be happening. How was this happening?

Thorne took the desk to the right of Keverow. She slammed her gavel again to get the crowd to quiet down. One of the guards took Thorne’s hand and pricked his finger with something that looked like a needle. He winced slightly but schooled his fce back to neutral as the guard walked away.

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“Now, Alpha Blythwitch,” Keverow stated. “We have taken your bood and cast the spell on truth on you. As we will do with all of the witnesses. If you lie to us, you will become violently ill and we will know that you are lying. Do you agree to tell the whole truth or receive the consequences?”

“I agree,” Thorne said.

“Then I ask the student body representative to come forwards with the questioning,” Keverow stated.

She sat back as someone from the audience walked down to the podium. The student was not someone who I’d seen before. They had long brown hair and broad shoulders. They were dressed in a sensible suit and were holding a stack of papers. They clacked them on the podium and cleared their throat before addressing Thorne.

“Alpha Blythwitch,” they addressed. “Please repeat your accusation for those who haven’t heard it.”

Thorne shifted in in his seat then cleared his throat. “I believe,” he started. “That Zora Smith is working with the vampires and is a spy trying to return wolves to the enslavement.”

Gasps of shock and blasphemy littered throughout the atrium. I resisted the urge to scream at them all that he was lying Instead, I chewed on my bottom lip until the bitter metallic sting of blood hit my tongue.

“And the evidence behind that?” The student representative said. Wasn’t Miss Smith captured by the vampires?”

“I think it was a rouse,” Thorne said, plainly. A slight growl worked its way up my throat. I swallowed it. “If you remember, Smith stated that Princess Amara was working with the vampires. I think that was a distraction to hide the truth that was Smith was working with vampires herself.”

The student representative hummed. “And what about the claims from Headmaster Lunerly saw both the inebriated Princess and the entrapped Smith?”

“I would like to remind the jury,” Keverow jumped in. “That Princess Amara’s treason has already been proven by this court. Her punishment was implemented by the Queen, herself.”

“The question, Alpha Blythwitch,” the student representative pressed.

Thorne licked his lips and fidgeted again before he spoke. “I believe that Headmaster Lunerly has been compromised as well.” This time a growl did spurt from my lips. Fortunately, no one heard it over the absolute uproar of the crowd. There were gasps and sputters from the entire crowd. The volume rose up to a point where Keverow had to slam her gavel down.

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