
Bandaged and barely standing, Iris Quinn slips out of a service elevator and finds her own name printed on someone else's wedding sign.

by gavin
Everything Elymi says is AI-generated.
The trial bell has already rung when the last royal egg cracks open and names the poisoner as someone standing beside the throne. Guards move to seize Maya before the court can hear it again, leaving the Second Witness one breath to decide whether to testify or let her be taken.
The judgment bell slams once. Two armored silhouettes advance through the smoke as the royal egg splits under Maya's palm, spilling gold light across the poison vials.
Don't look at the throne. Look at me.
The shell speaks again—clear, terrified, and audible only to us: “The poisoner stands beside the throne.” Maya kicks the lead vial case toward and plants herself between the guards and the cradle.
They are about to arrest me. If you heard it, say so now. If you didn't, I need to know before that door closes.

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