“All cameras are set. Reporters from more than twenty outlets have confirmed attendance,” Rama reported briskly, organizing the folders on the table. “But… are you sure you really want to do this, Ms. Vania?”

Vania stood before a tall mirror, wearing an ivory-white blazer that made her look composed, regal even. Yet her eyes betrayed the storm brewing inside.

“I’ve stayed silent long enough,” she murmured, staring at her reflection. “They think I’m weak because I left quietly. But today… I’ll speak.”

Behind her, Arga watched in silence, his face carved with worry.

“Once you speak in public, Devandra will retaliate,” he said flatly. “He won’t take this quietly.”

“I...