เข้าสู่ระบบElowen’s POVI was carrying a tray back from Mother’s room when I heard someone mention the underground archive.My steps stopped.Not slowed.Stopped.“…the old restricted room,” a servant was saying behind me. “I heard they’re looking through those records again.”Another voice answered, “Why would they reopen that place after all these years?”“I don’t know. Something about the old investigation.”The tray suddenly felt too heavy in my hands.The restricted room.I stared at the corridor ahead of me.For a moment, nothing happened. Then my fingers tightened around the edge of the tray.Stone. Cold stone beneath my feet.I blinked. The corridor disappeared. A door stood in front of me. Dark wood.Iron handle. I could hear someone breathing.“No.”The word slipped from my mouth.The servant behind me stopped talking.“Lady Elowen?”I turned too quickly. The tray rattled in my hands.“What?”She looked at me nervously. “Are you all right?”“Yes.”My answer came too fast. She glanced a
Evander’s POVThe second witness was harder to find. By the time I located her, she had already retired from the Veyra household and was living in a small house beyond the western boundary.Her name was Mara. She opened the door only after I knocked twice. When she saw me, her expression changed.“Prince Evander.”“Yes.”Her eyes dropped to the documents in my hand, “This is about Lady Elowen.”“It is.”“I told them everything years ago.”“I know.”“Then why are you asking again?”“Because I don’t believe everything that was written down.”She stared at me. Then she stepped aside.“Come in.”I followed her into the sitting room. She remained standing. I took a seat.“You were working in the Veyra estate on the night of the incident?”“Yes.”“Where?”“The east wing.”“Near the restricted room?”“Not directly.”“How far?”“Down the corridor. There was a servants’ passage beside it.”I nodded.“Tell me what you remember.”She folded her arms.“I heard shouting.”“When?”“Before I saw Elo
Evander’s POVI found the servant in the western records wing. He was older than I expected. His hair had turned almost completely gray, and his hands shook slightly as he sorted through a stack of old household registers. When I gave him my name, he immediately stopped working.“Prince Evander.”I nodded.“You served the Veyra household during the year of Elowen Veyra’s conviction?”His eyes moved toward the records room behind me.“Yes.”“I need to ask you some questions.”He swallowed.“About Lady Elowen?”“Yes.”His fingers tightened around the register.“I thought that the matter was settled.”“So did everyone else.”I pulled out the chair opposite him.“Sit.”He obeyed.For a moment, neither of us spoke.Then I placed the copy of the old witness statement on the table.“Is this your statement?”He looked at the page.“Yes.”“You remember giving it?”“Some of it.”“Some?”“It was a long time ago.”“I know.”I tapped the paper.“Tell me what happened that night.”The servant lower
Elowen’s POVI was carrying a tray back from the kitchen when I heard one of the servants mention the old underground archive.I stopped, not completely. Just enough for my foot to hesitate against the floor.“The lower archive?” another servant asked.“Yes, the one beneath the west wing.”“Why would anyone need that place now?”“I heard the Alpha asked for some old records.”My fingers tightened around the tray. The cup rattled against the saucer. The servant looked at me.“Lady Elowen?”I forced my hand to loosen, “I’m fine.”“You look pale.”“I didn’t sleep well.”Neither of them questioned it. They continued down the corridor, their voices fading behind me. I stood there for another few seconds.The lower archive. I knew that place. At least, some part of me did. I started walking again.Three steps. Four. Then the image came.Stone. Cold stone under my bare feet. I stopped so suddenly that the tray nearly slipped from my hands. A breath caught in my throat.No!!!I blinked. The h
Evander’s POVThe file was still open on my desk when the palace archivist returned. He stopped at the doorway.“You asked for me?”I looked up from the papers. “I asked for the original investigation report.”The man swallowed.“I told you yesterday that it could not be located.”“You told me the regional archive was sealed.”“It was.”“That wasn’t my question.”He shifted his weight. I pushed the altered file toward the edge of the desk.“This case was archived after Elowen Veyra’s conviction. There should have been an investigation report, witness statements, evidence logs, and the final review.”“Yes.”“Where are they?”“I don’t know.”I leaned back.“You work in the royal archives.”“Yes, Your Highness.”“You’re telling me you don’t know where a sealed criminal investigation went?”His eyes dropped to the floor.“I’m telling you that the archive contains what was transferred to us.”“And what was transferred?”“The conviction record.”“Only that?”“There are supporting documents.
Evander’s POVThe second copy arrived just before noon. I was still reading the first file when the archivist placed another folder on my desk.“You said you found an older version?”He nodded, “It was stored in the regional administrative archive.”“Not the sealed archive?”“No, a secondary archive.”I held out my hand.“Give it to me.”He placed the folder in my palm. I looked at the label.Blackstone Conviction — Regional Record Copy.The same case. The same defendant. The same conviction but something about the file felt wrong before I even opened it.“Where did you find this?”“Behind a set of administrative transfers.”“Why wasn’t it included with the original case records?”“I don’t know.”I looked up.“You seem to say that often.”The archivist lowered his eyes.“I can only tell you what I found.”I opened the folder.The first pages appeared identical to the records I already had.Elowen’s name. The date of the arrest. The witness statements. The confession.The evidence revi







