Mary Ann’s POV
The complaint had been filed months before Nightveil chose me.
I read the date again even though I already knew it would not change.
Before the loyalty vote.
Before Cassius returned to the restoration ceremony.
Before Nightveil placed the ceremonial crown on my head.
Someone had prepared a treason case against a future that had not happened yet.
That frightened me more than the decree itself.
Kylian stood across the table with his arms folded.
“The archive mark is genuine,” he said. “I had it checked twice.”
Modric’s jaw tightened.
“So whoever filed it expected Mary Ann to gain Nightveil.”
“Yes.”
“Or wanted the accusation ready whether she did or not,” Viktor added.
I looked toward him.
“That does not make it better.”
“No.”
I touched the edge of the complain
