CHAPTER 17 - Truth Under Pressure
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The room felt smaller than it was.
Not because of the walls…
But because of the silence pressing in from all sides.
Amina stood in the center, her hands clasped tightly in front of her, her pulse loud in her ears. The guards remained near the door, unmoving, watching her like she had already been judged.
“You were found in a restricted room,” one of them said.
“Yes,” Amina replied, steadying her voice. “But I was sent there.”
“By who?”
The question came again.
Sharper this time.
Amina hesitated.
Her mind raced.
If she said Adjoa’s name… would anyone believe her?
Or would it sound like desperation?
“I was given instructions,” she said carefully. “I followed them.”
“That is not an answer.”
The guard stepped closer.
“It is the truth.”
Silence.
Then—
The door opened.
The prince walked in.
Everything shifted instantly.
The guards straightened. The tension changed shape.
Amina’s breath caught, but she forced herself to remain still.
“Explain,” he said simply.
No wasted words.
No raised voice.
Just authority.
The guard spoke quickly, outlining the situation.
The item. The room. The suspicion.
The prince listened.
Then his gaze moved to Amina.
“Look at me.”
She did.
Not because she was fearless.
But because she refused to appear guilty.
“Did you take it?” he asked.
“No.”
No hesitation.
No trembling.
Just truth.
The room went quiet again.
The prince held her gaze a moment longer than necessary.
Studying.
Weighing.
Then he turned to the guards.
“Leave us.”
They hesitated.
Then obeyed.
The door closed behind them.
Now it was just the two of them.
And the silence felt different.
“You understand how this looks,” he said.
“Yes.”
“And yet you walked into it.”
“I didn’t know,” she replied. “But I should have been more careful.”
He watched her closely.
“You’re not defending yourself.”
“I am,” she said quietly. “I just don’t have proof.”
That… was honest.
Uncomfortably so.
The prince exhaled slowly, then walked past her, glancing at the item again.
“Someone set this up,” he said.
Amina’s fingers tightened slightly.
“Yes.”
“And you have an idea who.”
It wasn’t a question.
Amina hesitated again.
Because this time…
Saying the truth felt dangerous in a different way.
“I don’t want to accuse anyone without proof,” she said.
The prince turned back to her.
For the first time—
There was something close to approval in his eyes.
“Good,” he said. “Because in this place… accusations without proof destroy more than lies.”
He paused.
Then added—
“I’ll handle this.”
Amina blinked slightly.
Relief came… but cautiously.
“Thank you, Your Highness.”
He didn’t respond immediately.
Just looked at her for a moment longer.
As if trying to understand something he hadn’t quite figured out yet.
Then he left.
And just like that—
The storm didn’t end.
It just moved somewhere else.
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