The Weight of a Crown's Trust
Her gaze steady.
"…I didn't want to use this."
A quiet admission.
"…But if they push too far…"
Her voice lowered, calm but carrying a sharp edge beneath it.
"…Then I won't hold back either."
Her fingers tightened slightly around the ring, the faint glint of royal engraving catching the dim light of the room.
"…Because the Queen gave me this to handle situations like this. That's why she gave it to me."
The words settled into the room like a final verdict.
Not pride.
Not arrogance.
Just certainty.
For a moment—
No one spoke.
Then—
Niva, Dira, and Kira's expressions broke all at once.
"…Wait—what?"
"…The Queen?"
"…You're serious?"
Their eyes widened, almost comically, disbelief written all over their faces.
It wasn't just surprise.
It was shock.
The kind that made your mind go blank for a second.
Because the weight behind those words—
Was too heavy to process immediately.
