Elysia
Kael pulled me out of the place and rushed me to the room, instructing the maidens to get me enough water to drink as he saw the way I was panting before stepping out.
The room felt too small, the walls pressing in with every breath I took.
Kael had left an hour ago to coordinate repairs on the eastern wall. His final words still rang in my mind: "Get some rest. You've earned it." The trust in his voice had been absolute and unquestioning, like I was someone worth believing in.
If only he knew.
My phone sat on the bed beside me, the screen glowing with damning evidence. The photograph was crystal clear with Kael's signature on weapons procurement documents that violated three separate council regulations. Transaction logs, correspondence with suppliers who operated in legal gra
