"Lucky?"
Queen Elizabeth's voice was low and commanding.
Lucky would recognize that voice anywhere—it was etched into his very soul.
His eyes flickered with recognition as he snapped to attention.
"Yes, Your Majesty.
I'm here."
The queen paid no mind to his momentary lapse, cutting straight to the heart of the matter.
"What were the test results?"
Camilla stood composed, her expression unreadable as she observed the scene.
Luna kept her head bowed, her face hidden in shadow.
At the mention of the results, Lucky's demeanor turned grave.
"The tests confirm it," he said, his voice heavy.
"Just as Madam Luther stated, you have indeed been poisoned."
His expression twisted with guilt.
"The toxin has been present for at least three years.
This is a failure on our part—we should have detected it sooner.
I beg for Your Majesty's punishment."
A heavy silence descended upon the grand hall.
"Punishment can wait," the queen replied coolly.
