Mary Ann’s POV
The Council chamber was fuller the next morning.
Yesterday, there had been empty seats in the upper gallery.
Today, there were none.
Word had spread beyond the treason hearing. People were talking about my marriage, Modric’s past, and whether the High Moon Council had the right to decide that a woman who had once been hurt could no longer be trusted to choose the man she wanted.
I hated that strangers now knew some of the most painful parts of my life.
But if those things were going to be discussed publicly, then I wanted the truth to come from me.
Not Magnus.
Not Modric.
Not the witnesses.
Me.
I stood outside the chamber while Liora adjusted the edge of my sleeve.
“You do not have to tell them everything,” she said.
“I know.”
“You can keep some things private.
