It was Elder Crane.
The one who had stood in the healer’s hall earlier that evening and presented Jasper with a formal ultimatum about my status. The one who had been most vocal, over the weeks of my presence in the palace, about Omega's birth, lack of noble standing and what it meant for the Veal Kingdom’s dignity to have the wrong kind of woman considering the wrong kind of future.
He had framed every objection as tradition. Every challenge is about upholding the standard. Every piece of opposition as care for the kingdom he had served for forty years.
He had been feeding the enemy kingdom intelligence for two of those forty years. Not for money. For ideology. He believed the Veal Kingdom was weakening under Jasper’s leadership and that acknowledging the moon-born Healer as Luna was
