The grand hall of justice stood cold and silent, lit only by long golden torches flickering against the marble walls. Soldiers, dressed in crisp silver and blue uniforms, marched into the castle square. The clang of their boots echoed through the courtyard as they surrounded the tower where the remaining key figures from the kingdom’s past chaos were kept under watch.
"Bring them out " one of the commanders ordered.
One by one, they were led out Damien, battered and quiet; Leona, staring straight ahead; the former king, pale and silent and others who had played their parts in the story that almost tore the kingdom apart.
Adrian stood tall at the front, Evelyn by his side. But today, it wasn’t about ruling it was about truth.
A room was prepared for private interrogations. Just a wooden
