Sleep didn't come that night.
Leon's cell felt smaller after returning from court. Stone walls pressed closer. The single torch cast dancing shadows that made carved runes seem alive. His body ached from hours in restraints but his mind raced faster than his pulse.
The folded paper crinkled between his fingers. He'd read the message fifty times. Defend yourself well and the outcome will favour you as I have always wanted to meet you.
Someone believed in him. Someone with courthouse access. Someone willing to risk everything.
But who?
Lady Thelyra's knowing smirk haunted his thoughts. Aristocrats played games within games. Hidden agendas wrapped in silk and smiles. Her vote could swing either way.
Elim Voth's ancient eyes showed curiosity instead of judgment. Celestial Path rarely involved themselves in politics. But the old man watched Leon like a revelation unfolding. Ancient wisdom recognizing something unprecedented.
