The fall of House Vernhardt was not a quiet affair,, it was a tectonic shift that cracked the very foundations of the Empire's social order. Within forty-eight hours of the royal trial, news of the scandal had raced across the Empire borders like wildfire fed by a gale. In every roadside tavern, every crowded marketplace, and every gilded ballroom from the Southern ports to the iron-mines of the North, the story was identical. A Great House, one of the ancient pillars of the South, had been caught playing with the forbidden black magic.
