After excusing himself, Caleb walked out of the royal hall without looking back, his expression carved from stone, his steps measured and controlled, yet beneath that cold exterior his mind was moving at a relentless speed, sharp and focused with a single purpose that drowned out everything else.
He had one target.
One direction.
One truth to uncover.
The polished corridors of the castle stretched before him, servants and guards bowing as he passed, but he barely acknowledged them, his thoughts already several steps ahead, already piecing together fragments, reactions, inconsistencies, until one conclusion became undeniable—
He could trust no one.
Not fully.
Not yet.
Because whatever this was…
It had already reached too far.
Too deep.
And if Sonia managed to sway not only the Co
