They say marrying a queen makes you powerful.
They never tell you it makes you an accessory to murder.
The court emptied like a drained vein, nobles shuffling out under the weight of Celestia's decree. The scent of old incense, fear-sweat, and stale perfume clung to the marble like regret.
But Lord Veyren didn't leave.
He couldn't.
Celestia kept him pinned to the floor with nothing but her eyes.
I stood beside her throne, silent, aura calm, system flickering with muted alerts:
[Target: Lord Veyren – Sovereign Thread Bound – Aura Override: 100%]
His robes were soaked in sweat. His beard dripped with humiliation. His aura was shattered, threads dangling limp around his hunched shoulders like torn puppet strings.
Celestia didn't move at first.
She just watched him. Like a lioness deciding whether to kill or keep a toy alive for another hour.
My system flickered with passive scans:
– [Heart rate: 164 bpm]
– [Aura integrity: 11%]
– [Mental stability: Fractured]
