The room dimmed as the projection crystal flickered to life, casting eerie shadows across the grand courtroom.
Silence fell. On the screen, a grainy recording played, revealing a dimly lit room. Though the figures were cloaked in darkness, their voices rang out clear and unmistakable.
"I can't believe it was that easy to fool the king. He bought every word."
Gasps erupted among the nobility. Shan, standing near the center, paled as he shot to his feet.
"This—! Your Majesty, this is false! A fabrication!"
Claude slammed his gavel down with a sharp crack. His voice was low, but it echoed with authority.
"Sit down and shut your mouth, or I'll make you."
Shan flinched but obeyed, clenching his fists tightly. His eyes darted toward Rowan, who remained composed, lips pressed in a flat line.
Then came the second voice, deep and calm.
"Of course he did."
