The inner chamber of E country palace was steeped in solemn silence.
Queen Elizabeth sat upright on the throne, her face pale and frail, yet the aura of authority around her remained diminished.
Below her, seated on either side, were Luna and Kiara.
Further down the hall was Harvey, Lucky, and Camilla.
"Madam Luther," Harvey began, his eyes flickering subtly toward Luna before he broke the heavy silence.
"You claimed earlier that Her Majesty isn't ill—she's been poisoned?"
"Poisoned?
How could Grandmother possibly be poisoned?"
Kiara gasped, her face twisting in shock as she glanced at the queen before turning her wide-eyed gaze to Camilla.
"Camilla, do you have any idea what the consequences would be for spreading such baseless accusations?"
Luna, too, fixed Camilla with a dark, unreadable stare, though no one noticed the momentary stiffness that had seized her body moments before.
