The sound came from behind her.
Soft.
But deliberate.
Amina turned quickly.
Two palace guards stood at the doorway.
Their expressions were not welcoming.
“What are you doing here?” one asked.
Amina’s heart skipped.
“I was told to bring something here,” she said, gesturing toward the table.
The guards exchanged a glance.
Then one stepped forward, unwrapping the item.
Silence.
Then—
“This is not yours to handle.”
Amina frowned. “I was given it—”
“By who?”
The question cut sharply.
Amina opened her mouth.
Then hesitated.
Because suddenly—
She understood.
Adjoa.
The room.
The silence.
This wasn’t a task..
It was a setup.
“I…” she started.
But the words didn’t come easily anymore.
Because anything she said now—
Could be used against her.
The guard’s expression hardened.
“You need to come with us.”
Amina’s chest tightened.
“I didn’t do anything wrong.”
“Then you have nothing to worry about.”
A lie.
A clear one.
Because Amina had seen enough already to know—
Truth didn’t always matter here.
As they stepped closer, she felt it again.
That shift.
That moment where everything changes.
And there was nothing she could do to stop it.