For the next two days, the atmosphere in the palace was filled with tension. Evelina worked hard, going through maps, letters, and witness statements to gather the evidence needed to reveal Luther's true nature.
However, time was running out, and she felt the pressure of each passing hour weighing heavily on her.
Damian had been by her side through it all, providing a steady, comforting presence. His support gave her strength, but it didn't ease the knot of anxiety coiling in her stomach.
Luther wasn't the type to sit idle while his plans unravelled—he would retaliate. It was only a matter of time.
And that time came sooner than she expected.
It was late in the afternoon when the commotion started.
Evelina was in the study, Damian sitting across from her as they reviewed old council records. The soft scratch of quills and the rustle of parchment were the only sounds in the room when Jasper burst in with a grave expression.
