Third Person POV
Hours had passed. The food was gone, the air was thick with sweat and suspicion, and the elders—despite their rank—had become irritable and impatient. They hadn’t touched anything since the poisoning. Not food. Not wine. Not even the water. No one trusted anything anymore.
**Conspiracy hung like smoke.**
At first, there had been confusion. Gasps. Screams. Disbelief.
When the news came—Queen Sofia had been poisoned with silver and her heart had **stopped** in the palace hospital—an eerie silence had fallen over the hall. The kind of silence that chokes.
Some had gasped. Some had cursed. A few had wept, hands trembling, as if they’d just lost a daughter.
But others…
Others had hidden their glee beneath furrowed brows and tight jaws. Elder Harald among them.
He’d pres
