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Chapter Seventy

Author: Valerie snow
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-02 16:12:04

THE HEARING

XENIA’S POV

The council chamber was full—more than I’d ever seen. Elders, high-ranking guards, healers, scholars. Even servants, lining the edges, pretending to busy themselves but listening closely. No one wanted to miss what was about to happen.

Word travels fast in a palace, but fear travels faster. And Cerra had ruled with it for years. Now it had turned.

Now, they were afraid of what staying silent might cost them.

I stood at the center of the room, the floor cold beneath my boots, the scroll of documents in my hand. My back was straight. My jaw firm.

Across from me, Cerra sat tall and expressionless, flanked by two of her loyalists. Her robe was pristine. Her smile tight.

But her eyes… her eyes didn’t blink as much as they used to.

COUNCIL SCRIBE

“The Luna has submitted a request for a formal inquiry into fabricated documents and abuse of council resources,” the scribe announced. “A single speaker may present evidence. Responses will be heard.”

I took one slow breath
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