Time/Date: TC1853.01.20 – Late Morning to Early Evening
Location: Metropolitan Police Station, 4th Ring → Kael's Private Vehicle
The holding room was comfortable, as far as such places went.
Not a cell—Amara Xuán, wife of the Imperial Heir, wasn't treated like common criminals. But not freedom either. Just a neutral space with cushioned chairs and adequate lighting while lawyers negotiated the complexities of releasing someone caught in the web of a conspiracy that had tentacles reaching into three celestial families.
Amara sat with perfect posture despite hours of waiting, golden hair arranged just so, cream silk dress somehow still immaculate. To any observer, she looked composed. Patient. The picture of noble forbearance under difficult circumstances.
Inside, beneath layers of carefully maintained performance, panic churned like acid.
Mother, she thought, hands folded in her lap to hide their trembling. What have they done to you?
