Raven made no announcement.
He simply did not dismiss Vanella.
When he moved through the palace, she followed—silent, composed, always half a step behind the throne. No guards assigned. No protection declared. The message was unmistakable.
She is under the King's shadow.
The Tiger Clan noticed immediately.
By midday, Lord Jinhai requested a formal session—full court, sealed doors, binding law.
Raven agreed.
The chamber was colder than usual, banners hanging heavy. Vanella stood at Raven's right, hands folded, eyes lowered. She felt it again—the pressure in her chest, the faint pull in the air.
Jinhai stepped forward.
"Your Majesty," he said smoothly, "recent events have shown… instability within palace order. Supernatural disturbances. Servants collapsing. Water reacting without cause."
A murmur rippled.
Vanella's fingers trembled.
Jinhai continued, "Ancient law is clear. Any non-noble displaying unregistered power within royal grounds must be bound, tested, or removed."
Removed.
Raven leaned back slightly. "You accuse one of my household?"
"I propose protection," Jinhai replied. "For the realm."
Vanella's vision blurred.
Water pooled at the base of the pillars—so thin no one noticed. But she felt it.
Raven's voice sharpened. "Speak plainly."
Jinhai smiled. "The Ross captive."
The chamber erupted.
Vanella's heart slammed painfully. The water surged inside her ears like thunder.