Exposing the Traitor The grand hall was thick with tension. Courtiers whispered in hushed tones, casting furtive glances at Erica, who stood tall despite Kaelen’s slander. Azure paced just behind her, every muscle coiled like a spring, her mind analyzing every movement, every shadow. Dominion remained calm but vigilant, eyes sweeping the hall for inconsistencies, lies, anything that could reveal the truth. Azure’s gaze flicked toward the far side of the hall, where the traitor had lingered among the attendants, too careful to draw attention yet too eager to be seen. She narrowed her eyes, sensing the subtle shifts in his aura—the faint tremor of guilt, the way his hands hovered over hidden daggers and letters. Dominion’s voice cut through the whispers. “Enough speculation.” He raised a

