The morning sun had barely warmed the palace walls when the trap was sprung.
Georgia was heading toward the garden shed with a basket of linens when a pair of uniformed guards stepped in front of her, blocking her path.
"Miss Georgia," one said coldly, "you're needed in the council hall. Now."
Her stomach tightened.
"Why?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.
"You'll find out soon enough."
Their faces were stone. No emotion, no answers. Just duty.
She followed them, heart thudding against her ribs like a warning drum. Every step felt heavier than the last. The corridors she once walked freely now felt like they were closing in on her.
When they entered the council hall, a small crowd had already gathered.
Servants. Guards. Advisors.
And at the far end
