She was still shaking, obviously traumatized by witnessing her brother's doom. When Joe handed her the brandy, she was shaking so hard that the brew sloshed in the tumbler. Her father noticed, set his down, and immediately took the glass from her to do the same. Then he pulled her to him. Her father smelled of mint and tobacco, which calmed her a little. She gave a choking sob, nevertheless, and then wailed, "I killed my brother!" She hadn't, but that didn't stop her from thinking she had.

He hugged her harder, "Shh, darling girl, you did no such thing. He did it to himself."

"No, you don't understand, I went to the reporter who wrote about my kidnapping and..."

"You did what?" He pulled away and looked down at her.

She explained her part in all of it, and at first, her father had a scowl on his face, and then his brows went up in understanding. While he was not happy she went to Gareth, he knew her intentions were good. "Daughter, you could never make me hate you... I didn't hate Magnus either, but if he was as you say, then he had to be brought to justice, plain and simple. You did not kill your brother, he paved his own road."

She looked to Joe, her eyes filled with tears, "Joseph was trying to keep me safe... I ought not to have gone to the brothel, papa, and he came to make sure nobody hurt me."

Magnus III looked over to Joe too, and he said, "Forgive me if I was short with you, Joseph. I may not have loved what my son has become, but I loved him even still. Now I will have to deal with burying one son and disciplining the other. It's not a spot I wish to be in... Added to that, I must tell my wife and remaining children what has become of Magnus."