The rumors spread before dawn.They moved faster than messengers, faster than formal announcements slipping through corridors, carried on lowered voices and careful pauses. By the time Aira woke, the estate already felt different, like the ground had shifted slightly beneath everyone’s feet.Not because of the council’s decision.But because of who had spoken.Aira sat on the edge of her bed, one hand resting on her stomach, breathing through a strange mix of calm and unease. She had drawn a line, yes but lines invited pressure. People tested them. Pushed against them to see where they cracked.A soft knock sounded.“Come in,” she said.The maid entered with breakfast, her movements careful, almost reverent. She set the tray down and hesitated, clearly wanting to say something.“You can speak,” Aira said gently.The maid swallowed. “People are talking, my lady.”Aira gave a faint smile. “They always are.”“Yes, but… differently now.” The maid gathered her courage. “They say the counci
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