Tension. That was the only word for the heavy silence as Valerian watched Anon brought before the throne. The sight of them stirred a conflict within him—a reminder of the betrayal that had shaken the kingdom. Yet, beneath his stern mask, he remembered their past bond. He couldn’t afford to be seen as weak. Valerian’s sharp gaze locked onto Anon. He rose slowly, his presence filling the room. “Well,” he said calmly, “The representative of the Laertes family has arrived. It is a bold move to face me now.” The council called for a harsh sentence. Valerian stepped down from the dais. “Is it true? You were left to answer for your family’s choices?” he asked. He looked closely at Anon, his expression unreadable. “Do you understand the gravity of these accusations? Did you have a part in this?” The question How could we come to this? remained unsaid. He turned to the guards. “Our guest will wait in the secure tower chambers for now. I will hear their side when the court is adjourned.” He gave Anon one last look. “You have until morning to explain your involvement. I hope for your sake there is a path to resolution.” He signaled the guards. “Ensure they are kept safely until I make my final decision.” He watched as they were led away, wondering if truth or further secrets awaited them.