The hearing dawned under storm clouds, as if the sky itself braced for another battle.
The chamber overflowed—nobles, merchants, and ordinary townsfolk came to hear the latest scandal. They were interested in the outcome of this dispute because Troy Mendez was considered a prominent trader. Speculation buzzed over how his business would survive without the inheritance.
Sitting in the front row made it feel as though every gaze was pinned on you. He should get used to this by now. But no. Tristan still sat rigid, pale as if about to faint, with Shannon and Advocate Elric Vann anchoring him on either side. Behind him sat Tara and Therese, equally stiff with tension.
Troy entered last, leaning on his cane, his confidence unusual—almost defiant. A slim bundle wrapped in cloth. His advocate carried it forward with exaggerated care.
