The days after Quinn was caught went by quickly, and soon, the town looked forward to the coronation of the new king.
Penelope entered the palace at Tyrion's side. She held his hand, trying to offer him some comfort from all the stares.
It was easy to guess what everyone around them was thinking. This was meant to be Tyrion's day to be crowned king, so many didn't expect him to show up.
There was the assumption that Tyrion had regretted what he had given up.
When Tyrion squeezed her hand, Penelope looked up at him.
"I am not bothered by it," Tyrion said, knowing what plagued Penelope's mind. "They want something to speak of, so leave them be."
"Why don't they speak of how you and my father uncovered what Quinn did? So many of the men present were not long ago trying to get close to Cassius, but now they want to gossip about you coming to support Teo. They shouldn't be able to speak," said Penelope.
Tyrion chuckled. "Would you cut their tongues out?"
