It didn’t explode.
It cracked.
That was the unsettling part.
The shift inside Lycan Court wasn’t loud or dramatic. There were no public denunciations, no overt rebellions. Just subtle fractures—nobles speaking more carefully, alliances shifting, small procedural updates quietly introduced under the justification of “clarification.”
The justice clause had done something.
And now it was spreading in ways I hadn’t anticipated.
I was in the estate’s secondary office reviewing Alpine territory data when Catherine stepped in, holding a slim leather folder that looked older than it should have.
“You need to see this.”
I closed the report and gestured for her to continue.
“It’s from Henrik.”
That caught my attention.
She placed the folder in front of me. Inside was a draft proposal—not
