Elara's POV
The room exploded.
Petrov was still on his feet before the mask had finished falling, his chair scraping against the floor, his face purple with rage. "This is proof! This is exactly what we suspected! The Voice was never a movement, it was one man. An opportunist. A manipulator who used the people's suffering for his own agenda."
Other council members piled on. Voices rose, overlapped, competed.
"Arrest him immediately"
"He came here under false pretenses"
"He has been operating a seditious organization under a false identity"
"He had access to everything"
"The queen's own former guard"
"Standing in this chamber lying to all of us"
Lord Harwick stood. "Your Majesty, this man stood in your councils. He stood outside your chambers. He knew your routines, your guards, your blind spots. The threats in your rooms, he could have placed them himself. He could have been the one leaving blood on your pillow."
