Evelina walked into the council room with steady steps, though her pulse hammered in her ears. The atmosphere was tense, weighing on her chest and making it hard to breathe.
The council members were seated in a semicircle, their expressions ranging from skeptical to open hostility. Damian stood at the front of the room, his silver eyes focused on her, remaining quiet.
"Lady Evelina," King Lucian greeted with a hint of disapproval. "Do you know why you've been summoned here?"
"Yes, Your Majesty," Evelina replied evenly, keeping her voice calm. "I assume it concerns the information I provided to the Prince."
The King leaned forward slightly, his sharp gaze pinning her in place. "Indeed. But you must understand the gravity of the situation. Accusations of treason and conspiracy are not made lightly."
"I understand," Evelina said, holding her ground. "But I wouldn't have come forward if I didn't believe this was a genuine threat to the kingdom."
