chapter forty six

Camila's POV

I used to believe that silence was survival. That the less I revealed, the safer I'd be. But now I know, silence is what got me here in the first place. Alone. Lied to. Used.

So I stopped being silent.

I stood in the center of that council room, my heart pounding in my chest like a war drum, staring down the same bastards who painted my parents as traitors. The same ones who stood by while my name became a weapon for others to use.

They didn't expect me to show up, and they sure as hell didn't expect me to speak.

"My name is Camila," I said, my voice steady even as my hands trembled with fury, "and I am done being your pawn."

I threw the scroll across the table, my mother's trial records. Sealed in blood. Forgotten in some dusty vault like her life didn't matter. But it did matter. She mattered. And I was going to make damn sure they remembered that.