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The chamber doors had barely settled after Theresa's entrance when another voice rose from the spectator rows.
Slow.
Measured.
"And yet," the woman said, "none of this surprises me."
The murmurs softened instantly.
Lady Morwen Ashcombe stood from her seat near the rear noble tables, the heavy skirts of her dark burgundy gown whispering softly across the stone floor. Unlike Evelyn's dramatics or Catherine's shrill eagerness, Morwen carried herself with colder precision—older, sharper, dangerous.
Her silver-threaded hair was pinned beneath an elaborate headpiece, her expression composed in a way that suggested disdain refined over decades rather than moments.
Vanya noticed it immediately.
This woman disliked her more than Evelyn ever had.
And she wasn't hiding it.
Morwen stepped forward slowly, gloved fingers resting atop a silver wolf-headed cane worn more for elegance than necessity.
"If I may address the panel."
The older lord nodded once. "You may."
Morwen's gaze drifted toward Vanya unwavering, personal.
"It is unfortunate," she began softly, "that noble compassion is so often mistaken for cruelty when consequences finally arrive."
The chamber listened.
"House Emeraldae has long remained distant from proper society. Rarely attending gatherings. Rarely participating in noble affairs."
A delicate sigh.
"At the time, many believed it was grief. Tragedy. Misfortune."
Her eyes sharpened faintly.
"But whispers travel."
Theresa's gaze narrowed.
Morwen continued.
"There were rumors the family concealed certain… embarrassing tendencies within their bloodline."
Vanya frowned.
"Compulsions. Fixations. Unstable behavior."
The chamber grew quieter.
"Lady Morwen," the panel woman warned carefully, "mind your wording."
Morwen smiled faintly. "Of course. I merely refer to long-circulated concerns regarding compulsive taking."
The word landed with weight.
Not theft.
A softer disguise: kleptomania.
Several nobles exchanged uneasy glances.
"A tragic condition," Morwen added gently, "one deserving sympathy perhaps… but sympathy does not erase consequences."
Vanya stared at her.
Not shocked.
Just unsettled.
Because Morwen spoke as though she knew her.
As though House Emeraldae had personally wronged her.
Morwen's tone softened further.
"One cannot simply overlook royal theft because the accused appears delicate."
Lady Catherine immediately nodded. "Exactly."
"The poor girl clearly needs help," Evelyn added. "Before she embarrasses herself further."
Vanya's fingers tightened against her gown.
Then she spoke sharp, clear.
"I believe this is more than disliking me."
Silence.
She turned fully toward Morwen.
"Why do you stand over me like you know me from Adam? You do not know me."
A flicker crossed Morwen's expression.
"You do not know me," Vanya repeated.
Morwen smiled.
Small.
Cold.
"Oh, child…" she said softly. "You have no idea what I know."
The chamber erupted.
"Order!"
"What does she mean?"
"Silence!"
The panel struggled to regain control as voices overlapped.
Even Evelyn looked shaken now.
Because this no longer felt like court procedure.
It felt personal.
Deeply so.
Then the doors opened again.
Hard.
Every head turned.
Theresa entered.
Composed. Controlled. Unhurried.
Dark navy silk flowed around her like restrained authority, silver embroidery catching the candlelight with quiet precision. Not a strand of her appearance was out of place.
Paddy hurried behind her; Joseph lingered near the doorway, visibly uncomfortable.
Theresa did not rush.
That was the unsettling part.
She walked directly to Vanya and calmly pulled out the chair beside her.
"Sit down, darling," she said softly.
Vanya obeyed.
Theresa adjusted her sleeve gently, then looked up at the chamber.
Silence.
Absolute silence.
Theresa blinked once.
Then smiled.
"Oh, don't mind me," she said pleasantly. "Please continue. I would hate to interrupt whatever public performance of character assassination is currently underway."
A few nobles shifted uncomfortably.
The panel woman straightened. "Madam Theresa, this is an official inquiry"
"Yes," Theresa interrupted smoothly, removing her gloves. "That became obvious the moment I walked in and found noblewomen diagnosing mental disorders between wine breaks."
Lady Catherine stiffened.
Evelyn flushed.
Theresa folded her gloves neatly.
"Now then," she continued, "perhaps someone can explain why this hearing began without formal investigation."
The older lord frowned. "The royal crest was found in Lady Vanya's possession."
"And?"
"And that warrants inquiry."
"Investigation warrants inquiry," Theresa corrected. "Gossip does not."
Her gaze swept the room.
"Unless royal courts have lowered their standards."
No one answered.
Theresa continued.
"I have listened to accusations of seduction, instability, impropriety, wandering habits, excessive reading apparently even gardens are suspicious now."
A clerk nearly laughed.
The panel woman tried again. "No verdict has been made."
"No," Theresa agreed. "But humiliation has."
Her eyes sharpened.
"And enthusiastically so."
Silence fell again.
"Where are the witnesses?" she asked calmly. "The husbands allegedly seduced? The knights corrupted? The guards involved?"
Nothing.
"Interesting."
Lady Catherine bristled.
Theresa continued.
"As for theft, this is the only accusation with legal weight."
The room quieted.
"Theft requires evidence, timeline, witnesses, and chain of possession," she said evenly. "Not speculation dressed as morality."
Her gaze hardened.
"What it does not require is public character assassination of a nineteen-year-old girl."
The older lord exhaled slowly.
Theresa stood.
Elegant. Controlled. Final.
"This hearing is procedurally flawed, biased, and prematurely convened."
No one interrupted.
"Half the accusations are social grievances dressed as law."
Her gaze flicked to Evelyn, then Catherine.
Finally Morwen.
"And unless this court now permits bullying as admissible evidence, all non-theft accusations must be struck from record."
A tense silence followed.
Then Morwen spoke quietly.
"You always did enjoy humiliating rooms full of people."
The air shifted.
Theresa looked at her.
Slowly.
Recognition.
Cold history.
"Morwen," she said softly.
The name carried weight.
Lady Morwen Ashcombe smiled faintly.
"It has been a long time."
"Not long enough," Theresa replied.
The chamber froze again.
So they knew each other.
Badly.
Theresa turned back toward the panel.
"Well," she said calmly, "it appears I have done your work for you."
Her gaze drifted deliberately to Morwen.
"Perhaps next time," she added softly, "you should begin with investigation before inviting bitterness to perform judgment in public."
Lady Morwen Ashcombe did not sit.
Even after Theresa's cutting remarks had shifted the mood of the chamber, the older woman remained standing near the center aisle, gloved fingers resting atop the silver wolf-head cane she carried. Her expression had changed very little throughout the exchange.
If anything—
she seemed more interested now.
The candlelight sharpened the severe lines of her face as her gaze drifted slowly toward Theresa.
Recognition flickered there.
Old recognition.
Not pleasant.
And Theresa noticed it instantly.
The room still carried the uncomfortable silence left behind after Theresa dismantled nearly half the accusations with unnerving precision. Several nobles no longer looked certain of themselves. Even Lady Catherine had retreated into stiff silence beside her daughter.
But Lady Morwen—
Lady Morwen looked patient.
Like someone waiting for the correct moment to strike.
Finally, she spoke again.
"How eloquently you defend her."
Her voice was calm.
Smooth.
Yet something beneath it felt venomously personal.
Theresa folded her gloves neatly against her lap.
"One usually defends innocent children from public humiliation, yes."
A faint smile touched Morwen's mouth.
"Innocent?"
The single word carried mockery.
The panel lord sighed quietly.
"Lady Morwen, if you possess further relevant testimony, present it clearly."
"Oh, I do."
Her eyes drifted toward Vanya again.
And unlike Evelyn's petty disdain—
this felt heavier.
Older.
Rooted.
"While I disagree with certain dramatics displayed here tonight," Morwen said carefully, "I do believe the royal theft itself cannot simply be dismissed as gossip."
The ruby crest still sat upon the velvet cloth between the panel.
Cold.
Glittering.
Damning.
Morwen continued calmly.
"House Emeraldae has isolated itself from noble society for years. They avoid gatherings. Avoid political circles. Avoid scrutiny."
"That is not a crime," Theresa replied smoothly.
"No," Morwen agreed softly. "But secrets often prefer privacy."
A murmur spread.
Morwen's expression softened into something almost pitying.
"There were whispers years ago regarding unfortunate compulsions within the bloodline."
Theresa's jaw tightened almost invisibly.
Vanya noticed.
Interesting.
Morwen sighed delicately.
"Kleptomania is tragic, truly. Particularly among noble families forced to preserve appearances."
Several nobles shifted immediately at the unfamiliar word.
The panel woman frowned.
"You are speaking with dangerous certainty regarding unverified claims."
"I speak only of longstanding concerns," Morwen replied mildly. "And frankly, I find the situation unfortunate rather than scandalous."
She turned slightly toward Vanya.
"But unfortunate things still carry consequences."
Vanya stared at her now.
Really stared.
Because none of this sounded normal.
The woman spoke too confidently.
Too personally.
As though she had waited years to say these things aloud.
Lady Catherine quickly seized the momentum.
"Exactly," she said sharply. "No one wished to embarrass the girl publicly, but royal theft changes matters entirely."
"Yes," Evelyn added carefully, regaining confidence. "Especially after her… increasingly provocative behavior."
Theresa looked seconds away from speaking again.
But Vanya beat her to it.
Slowly
she stood.
The room quieted almost instantly.
Her emerald eyes locked directly onto Morwen.
Not Catherine.
Not Evelyn.
Morwen.
"I believe this is more than disliking me."
The chamber stilled.
Vanya's voice remained soft.
But sharp enough to cut through the room cleanly.
"Why do you stand over me as though you know me from Adam?"
Morwen did not blink.
"You do not know me."
For the first time
the older woman smiled fully.
And somehow
that frightened Vanya more than the accusations had.
"Oh, child…"
Her voice lowered.
"You have absolutely no idea what I know."
The room erupted immediately.
"Order!"
"What does she mean by that?"
"Silence!"
Several nobles began speaking over one another while the panel attempted to restore control. Even Evelyn looked unsettled now, glancing uncertainly toward her mother.
Because suddenly
this no longer sounded like ordinary court politics.
This sounded personal.
Deeply personal.
And before the chaos could settle
the court doors opened sharply.
Not violently.
Precisely.
Every head turned.
Theresa entered the room fully this time as though she were walking into a private opera rather than a royal hearing.
Perfectly coordinated.
Perfectly composed.
Dark navy silk flowed elegantly around her frame while silver threading shimmered beneath candlelight like frost. Her hair had been pinned flawlessly despite the urgency of her arrival, and not a single detail looked misplaced.
Paddy hurried behind her anxiously while Joseph remained near the doorway trying very hard not to stare at the nobles.
Theresa ignored everyone.
Completely.
She walked directly toward Vanya with smooth unhurried grace.
Then calmly pulled out the chair beside her.
"Sit down, darling," she said softly.
Vanya obeyed almost automatically.
Theresa adjusted one fold of Vanya's sleeve gently before finally looking up at the room around them.
Silence.
Absolute silence.
Theresa blinked once.
Then smiled politely.
"Oh, don't mind me," she said pleasantly. "Please continue. I would hate to interrupt whatever theatrical slaughter of dignity is currently entertaining the court."
Someone near the back audibly snorted.
The panel woman straightened immediately.
"Madam Theresa, this is an official hearing"
"Yes," Theresa interrupted smoothly while removing her gloves. "That became evident the moment I entered and discovered noblewomen diagnosing mental disorders between wine breaks."
A few nobles immediately looked away.
Lady Catherine flushed scarlet.
Theresa folded her gloves neatly onto the table.
"Now then," she continued lightly, "where exactly is the evidence beyond gossip?"
The older panel lord exhaled slowly.
"The royal crest was discovered within Lady Vanya's possession."
"And?"
The word landed sharply.
"And," he repeated carefully, "that warrants investigation."
Theresa inclined her head.
"Correct. Investigation."
Her eyes swept slowly across the chamber.
"Not public character assassination."
Silence.
Theresa leaned back elegantly in her seat.
"I have heard accusations tonight involving seduction, instability, impropriety, wandering habits, excessive reading, speaking kindly to servants"
She paused delicately.
"One woman even sounded personally offended by gardens."
A younger clerk choked trying not to laugh.
Lady Morwen's expression remained unreadable.
Theresa continued smoothly.
"And somehow this chamber allowed all of it before formal inquiry was even completed."
The panel woman attempted firmness.
"No judgment has yet been passed."
"No," Theresa agreed. "But humiliation certainly has."
Her gaze sharpened slightly.
"And remarkably incompetently."
That one stung.
Several nobles shifted awkwardly.
Theresa turned now toward Lady Catherine and Evelyn.
"You accuse a nineteen-year-old girl of enticing husbands. Yet strangely none of these supposedly seduced men are present."
Silence.
"No complaints from knights."
Nothing.
"No testimony from guards."
Still nothing.
"Curious."
Lady Catherine stiffened furiously.
Theresa continued before interruption could come.
"And now we arrive at theft. The only accusation within this room carrying actual legal weight."
Finally
the chamber quieted properly.
Because unlike the others
Theresa spoke like someone dissecting the situation piece by piece.
Carefully.
Mercilessly.
"Theft," she repeated calmly, "requires evidence, timeline, witness consistency, chain of possession, and proper investigation."
Her eyes settled upon the panel directly now.
"What it does not require is noblewomen speculating publicly upon a young lady's morality because they dislike the shape of her dress."
The older lord rubbed his temple faintly.
Theresa rose slowly from her chair.
Elegant.
Controlled.
Dangerous.
"This hearing is procedurally lacking, structurally biased, and embarrassingly premature."
Nobody interrupted her.
"Half the accusations presented tonight are socially charged debauchery allegations disguised as legal concern."
Her eyes flicked briefly toward Evelyn.
Then Catherine.
Then finally
Morwen.
"And unless the royal court now permits public bullying as admissible evidence, every claim unrelated to theft should be struck immediately from record."
The panel exchanged glances.
Because she was right.
Painfully right.
Theresa stepped closer to the central table now.
"As guardian of Lady Vanya Emeraldae, I formally request immediate investigative proceedings regarding the planted royal crest, fair evidentiary review, and suspension of all slanderous accusations pending proof."
She tilted her head slightly.
"And I further express profound displeasure toward the handling of this chamber tonight."
Nobody moved.
Nobody breathed too loudly.
Because Theresa sounded terrifyingly educated.
Like someone who understood royal procedure better than the people currently enforcing it.
Then
Lady Morwen spoke quietly.
"You always did enjoy humiliating rooms full of people."
The air changed instantly.
Theresa looked at her slowly.
And for the first time since entering
her expression cooled.
Truly cooled.
Ah.
So they knew each other.
Badly.
Theresa smiled faintly.
"Morwen."
The name alone carried years inside it.
Lady Morwen Ashcombe's gaze sharpened.
"It has been quite some time."
"Not nearly long enough," Theresa replied pleasantly.
Several nobles immediately exchanged startled glances.
Interesting.
Very interesting.
Theresa stepped beside Vanya once more before speaking calmly toward the panel.
"Well," she sighed lightly, "it appears I have now completed the court's work for them."
Her eyes drifted deliberately toward Morwen.
Precise.
Cutting.
Knowing.
"Perhaps next time," Theresa said softly, "you might try beginning with investigation before inviting bitter women to perform tragedy in public."