[center][color=9AF781][h1]Lord Leo Smithwood[/h1][/color]
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[color=9AF781]Time:[/color] 6 pm
[color=9AF781]Location:[/color] Castle Dining Hall
[color=9AF781]Interactions:[/color] Killian [@Oso]
[color=9AF781]Mentions:[/color] Wulfric
[color=9AF781]Attire:[/color] [url=https://i.imgur.com/oKdesJw.jpeg]“Why was I not told red was the color for tonight?”[/url]

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[color=ab274f]“You see, it was my very mother who showed me magic. [i]Yes,[/i] showed it to me, not only told me about it,”[/color]
Leo watched wide-eyed and stunned as Wulfric stood behind the Queen, and cold as ice outed the woman as a witch. He would’ve never believed it had he not witnessed it with his very eyes; Wulfric turning on his mother. 

[color=ab274f]“She uttered a word, and changed a tablecloth from white to yellow. [i]That[/i] is how, a few days ago, I learned of the existence of magic.”[/color]

The prince dug his mother’s grave. Or built her pyre as the law might have it. He was so  thorough that he shared the exact spell he’d seen her use. 

[color=ab274f]“So, you see, I have to question: Are you knowingly and willingly working for a witch, [i]hunter?[/i]”[/color] 

He goaded the witch hunters into sending the Queen to that very pyre. 

[color=ab274f]“Or is it that you [i]cannot[/i] reliably determine who is a witch and who is not?”[/color]

He did it publicly. Left King Edin no choice but to order Queen Alibeth’s immediate arrest.

As another man, a Duke whose name Leo could never quite remember and who he never cared for, stood up and began to spout off the second most delusional sermon Leo had ever heard. The first, of course being the one from Edin’s strange ceremony. 

He stared at his unfinished meal, and occasionally at the remaining sip of wine in his glass, and wondered how Wulfric could do such a thing. Betraying his own family like that, it seemed the antithesis of the man he thought the Crown Prince to be; one truly noble of spirit. 

Leo wondered if he could ever do that to his mother. Over changing the color of a tablecloth?

No. No, not for that, but if he found out she had played a part in his father’s death and hid the truth from him? Leo would turn on her. He’d have no other choice and he’d damn well make sure she never breathed free air again. 

Alibeth had just changed the color of a tablecloth. She’d willingly dabbled into something dark, a perversion of the natural order of the world; into magic. There was a good reason it was illegal, why the punishment was death by fire, and it was on the same level, if not worse, than murder. A threat to order and to the safety of the kingdom.

Wulfric had made a sacrifice to ensure his kingdom did not continue to be plagued by witchcraft. Leo could only admire that devotion to duty and the strength to never waiver from one’s convictions. 

[color=9AF781]“How does one become a witch hunter?”[/color] He turned and asked Killian.[/color]