A King’s Judgment
The throne room was empty when she entered.
Except for Ezra.
He sat on the high seat, his golden eyes heavy, his posture too still.
He knew she was coming.
"Tell me it’s not true," she said, breathless.
Ezra’s gaze didn’t waver.
"You heard them," he said. "Then you already know the answer."
Caroline clenched her fists.
"You don’t have proof."
Ezra stood slowly, his presence filling the room.
"I don’t need proof," he murmured. "I need loyalty."
Caroline took a step forward.
"Executing them won’t stop this war," she said. "It’ll only prove Caelan right."
Ezra’s jaw tightened.
"And what if he is right?"
Caroline’s breath caught.
Ezra exhaled, shaking his head. "What if the only way to end this isn’t through war? What if it’s through ripping out the root of t
