Damian's POV
He didn't attend the sentencing.
Neither did Eve.
That had been a deliberate decision, one they had made together, quietly, three days before the formal Conclave proceedings began. Raphael had asked. Seraphine had suggested their presence would send a message. Corin had said the Revolutionary faction would appreciate seeing the heir in the room when the man who had corrupted their faction for twenty years faced accountability.
Eve had listened to all of it.
Then she had said: we don't need to be there. The evidence speaks for itself. Our presence would make it about us. It should be about what he did.
Damian had agreed immediately.
So they stayed home.
He watched the proceedings through the formal report that Raphael sent through the messenger portal every hour. Dry legal language. Procedural updates. The vocabulary of a Conclave tribunal doing its work.
He read every word.
The proceedings started at nine in the morning.
