The news of Lord Verrin's arrest spread like wildfire through Winter's Crown. By the time Damien and his party arrived at the capital, the court was a hive of whispers and uneasy glances. Verrin's name was on every tongue, and speculation about who might be next had created an air of paranoia among the nobles.
Damien walked into the council chamber with his steel-gray eyes sweeping the room. The nobles' chatter fell silent as they turned to face him. Lady Erynn stood near the king's throne, her silver eyes sharp and watchful as always.
"You've stirred up quite the storm, Lord Damien," she said as he approached.
"The court needed to be reminded where their loyalties should lie," Damien replied, his tone cold.
The king motioned for silence, his voice echoing through the chamber. "Lord Damien, step forward. We must discuss the charges you've brought against Lord Verrin."
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