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Justice

Chapter 17

The kingdom buzzed with rumors that had no mercy: Camila had been betrayed, stabbed, and cast aside; Lyanna’s treachery was laid bare; and Duke Adrian’s marriage declaration sent shockwaves through every noble hall. By the time the courtroom doors opened, the air was electric with anticipation—noble lords, commoners, and courtiers pressed in, all eager to witness the reckoning.

Camila walked in with quiet resolve, her steps steady, her head held high. Whispers rippled through the crowd, some in awe,others in disbelief. Today, she was not the meek, suffering girl; today, she was the storm.

Only Prince Fredrick stood among the royal family, flanked by counsellors. His mother had refused to attend, perhaps unwilling to see her son make a fool of himself. The others tried to distance themselves from Lyanna, their voices pleading for Camila’s forgiveness.

Camila’s gaze pierced the room. “Forgiveness,” she said, her voice calm yet cutting, “is only possible when justice is served.”

Fredrick’s eyes locked with hers, sincere and unwavering, and for a heartbeat, the courtroom held its breath. Adrian’s jaw tightened, his hands curling into fists at his sides, barely containing his fury. Lyanna,pale and trembling, no longer held the arrogance she once flaunted—her power had crumbled to dust.

Camila began calling witnesses, one by one. Maids who had seen Lyanna push her down the staircase, servants who had witnessed every attack, every cruel scheme. Each testimony fell like a hammer, striking Lyanna’s lies until there was nothing left to stand on.

The judge’s gavel struck the podium, echoing like a drum of finality. “Lyanna,” he pronounced, his voice cold and commanding, “you are sentenced to exile. Leave this kingdom and never return.”

A gasp rippled through the courtroom. Lyanna’s mother cried out, calling Camila ungrateful and selfish. But Camila, eyesblazing, responded with deadly calm: “Be grateful that this evil child of yours was not sentenced to death.”

Her mother’s face contorted with rage. “You… you are the evil one! I regret even giving birth to you!”

Camila’s smile was sharp, victorious. “Oh, do you? We both know you didn’t give birth to me.”

Turning her back on them, Camila walked toward freedom, the courtroom seeming to part in respect. Every whisper, every stare, every accusation fell silent in her wake. She had faced betrayal, cruelty, and near death—and emerged unbroken. Elisha was happy that she gave justice to Camila, unlike her former life,she didn't know how she died .How pitiful