The next day, Ophelia sat in her estate, a sense of unease mingling with the morning light streaming through the windows.
The previous night's events had spread through the kingdom like wildfire, and whispers of treason and arrests were on everyone's lips.
The queen dowager and Princess Consort Vanessa, along with the implicated nobles, had been sent to the dungeons, their fates uncertain as the interrogations began.
Ophelia paced the room, glancing occasionally at the door, expecting a summons from Princess Adeline.
The gravity of the situation weighed heavily on her, and she couldn't shake the feeling of impending change.
She had always known that Princess Adeline was determined and unwavering, but the swiftness and decisiveness of her actions had left her in awe.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.
She opened it to find a royal messenger, his expression serious as he handed her a sealed letter.
