Maryelle’s POV
The morning of the trial’s c****x begins not in the courtroom, but in chaos.
As Phantom and I step into the palace corridor, a shout erupts from the crowd gathered outside. “She’s the guilty one!” A man breaks through the line of nobles and attendants, his face twisted with rage. His eyes lock on me, and before I can react, he lunges.
I stumble back, heart hammering, the world narrowing to his outstretched hand. His voice is venom, spitting accusations. “She killed! She’s the aberration! She should be on trial!”
The guards move fast. The sound of steel clashing as they intercept him, pinning his arms, dragging him down. He thrashes, screaming, “Canum is innocent! She’s the monster!” His words echo through the corridor, sharp and accusatory.
My breath catches. For a
