“Interfering with a royal bloodline is certainly an offense,” Edward informed me, “and would require Aro to compensate Forks if the allegations could be proven.”
“Typically soldiers, grain, or gold,” Edward replied. “He would never offer soldiers, of course, and his gold does not really interest me. I must admit, I would take the grain if it were offered. There are still so many refugees going hungry in the outer borders. In the eyes of the royals, that would make up for his part in Jane’s actions.”
“But…if what Lady Rosalie said was correct, and the tea was…was killing our…”
Unable to say it aloud, my words failed, and Edward’s arms went around my back. I buried my face in the space between his shoulder and neck and tried to breathe regularly as Edward rocked me slightly in his arms.
“I know, my wife,” he said softly. His voice tried to soothe me as I gathered myself together.
“Can he not be punished for that?” I finally asked as I wiped my cheeks with the back of my hand.
“Are you asking if I can have him executed for what he has done?” Edward’s tone turned harsh.
I felt my shoulders tense, and the burning behind my eyes began again. I thought again of the children we might have had…those that may have even started growing inside of me, only to me destroyed before they had a chance at life. I swallowed past the lump in my throat.
“Yes,” I replied softly, surprised the words were even coming from my mouth.
“Not for that, no,” Edward replied. “Only the direct murder of another royal could call for such a measure, and there would have to be undeniable proof. If there was no need for that, I would have killed him years ago.”
“Because you believe he was behind your parent’s murders.”
“But you have no proof.”
“What if you did?”
At this point, I'm still on schedule for an update this weekend. If I can come up with a chapter title, anyway...