The silence did not last long.
It couldn't.
Not after the ledger.
Not after the fracture in Mireya's voice.
But Mireya was not finished.
Not yet.
She inhaled slowly.
Once.
Twice.
And when she spoke again—
Her voice had steadied.
Not fully.
But enough.
"This proves nothing."
The words were sharper now.
Less controlled.
But still deliberate.
She stepped forward again, reclaiming space.
Reclaiming presence.
"You present symbols and call them truth."
Her gaze moved toward Raphael.
"Interpretations."
Then toward Marcus.
"Testimony extracted under pressure."
Then to Corvin.
"Rumors dressed as evidence."
Finally—
She turned back to Isolde.
"And accusation… without substance."
The court shifted slightly.
Not convinced.
But not fully settled either.
Mireya pressed forward.
She had to.
"If this is enough to condemn a royal daughter…"
Her voice rose just enough.
"…then any one of us could stand where I stand now."
She let that linger.
