Lucien bowed his head slightly, though his eyes gleamed with unshaken conviction.
"I am not suggesting, Your Grace. I am declaring it."
A ripple of gasps spread. Some nobles exchanged skeptical looks; others leaned forward, eager for drama.
Alden's voice boomed across the hall.
"Then speak clearly, brother. Who is it you accuse?"
The hall went silent.
Rowan, standing a few steps behind Lucien, clenched his fists, ready for the storm that would follow. Liora's breath caught; she knew whatever Lucien said next could change everything, either sealing his fate forever or tearing the veil from the lies that bound him.
Lucien stepped forward, his boots echoing against the marble floor. His tone was low but sharp enough to slice through the air.
