Luna stayed quiet after that. Her heart beat so loudly, she could barely hear anything else. Her gaze flickered across the room, scanning the expressions of the lords, watching how they leaned forward in anticipation.
"I have just been informed early this morning," Gabriel said smoothly, drawing out every word, "that Royal Concubine Seliora and Prince Damien lied about the existence of a pregnancy. There is no heir on its way."
For a long, eerie heartbeat, the court was frozen in stunned silence—then the hush broke into horrified gasps and murmured chaos.
Luna's head snapped toward Seliora, and what she saw made her stomach sink. Seliora's face was ghost-pale, and her lips trembled. She looked around wildly, as if searching for someone to pull her from the abyss. The moment Luna saw that expression, she knew. It was true. The bitch had lied.
