Not for sharing the bed

Naimishi stood frozen, aghast at the sight of Meria's lifeless body. The only one who held the key to the truth was now gone, or precisely killed deliberately. 

Would she have to live with this curse forever? How many more lives will her hands claim? Her father's comforting hug, his gentle pat on her head, would be forever out of reach. The harsh truth that Dusen would never want her tore through her, a tempest of despair shredding her soul. She bolted back to the palace to find him. 

....

"Are you doubting Arner, your Majesty?" Rosary's voice held a tremor of hurt. "Even you, brother Rashiel?"