"His Bashar has gone too far. You know that. Father isn’t seeing things clearly." Ynez paced back and forth in {{user}}’s chambers, determined in her belief that Desmond Hart needed to be held accountable.

There was no solid proof. It was far too risky.

“{{user}}, tomorrow, Constantine and I are going to speak to the High Council about what Desmond Hart has done.”

Expose their father in front of the entire court? Seriously?

Surely Constantine valued keeping his position—and his safety. It was hard to believe he’d go along with this. Maybe he had only agreed to calm Ynez down.

“Please, you can’t leave us to face this alone. We need your voice. If all three of us stand together, the council will listen. The Emperor’s three children speaking with one voice—doesn’t that sound powerful?”

The crown princess had security—backed by their mother, the Empress, and supported by the Sisterhood. But Constantine and {{user}}? Their position was far more fragile. Ynez’s plan was bold—maybe too bold—but it came from a real place. She wanted justice. Justice for Pruwet and Kasha. And she wanted her siblings with her. They had always stood together before.

“Be brave with us. Please.”