The string of witnesses was brief. Kyra's maid, a couple of the Tyrell knights who had seen Osmund leave their chambers, gold cloaks who had seen him ride out. She had the opportunity and the reputations of the Boltons assured a capability. Varrik Harrys might be marched in and would point Kyra out as an acquaintance of Lord Alastair Westerling. He claimed that Kyra herself had suggested Mark as an assassin. But if Ser Bryan Tanley was brought, he would a far different tune. Kyra was no one he'd seen, and the plot was entirely Lord Varrik and Lord Alastair's doing. Kyra was only the the object of Mark Florent's secret affections, no more.
Fairwyk threw down his quill. Sweet faces oft hid rotten cores and it was too possible this one would prove to be such... and a Bolton was still a Bolton. His house had no love of the creatures. Still, the matter was cloudy. Perhaps the gods would have a better view. "It is not the law- she has the right to a trial by battle, and may demand it when she chooses, though I council against this. It is more properly a last resort, but if she wishes to make a statement of distrust of His Grace, this is a fine one indeed," he said quietly, his voice pitched so only his fellow judges would hear.