Mary Ann’s POV
The guards outside my door changed twice before anyone told me what had happened.
I sat in the Luna Wing with my hands folded tightly in my lap, listening to footsteps move through the corridor. No one entered. No one explained whether Elder Mira was still alive or whether the council had decided I was responsible for the poisoning.
The silence felt like punishment.
Greta remained with me, rearranging objects that did not need to be moved. She straightened the curtains, folded a blanket and checked the tea tray three times.
“You should eat something,” she said.
“I am not hungry.”
“You have barely eaten all day.”
“Several people are fighting for their lives because of food I approved.”
Greta stopped beside the table.
“You did not poison them.”
“The council may not
