The king’s face hardened, the crown catching a glint of doubt. “You accuse your own sister of treason before the altar?”
“I accuse her of stealing my identity, my son, and the kingdom’s future.”
Prince Sebastian stepped forward, his voice shaking. “If this is true, why keep it hidden?”
“Because the vault holds the stolen millions. The wedding was a staged distraction, a trap to keep the world from seeing the truth.”
Silence fell, broken only by the distant ticking of the palace clock. I felt a cold certainty settle in my bones.
“Your Majesty,” I said, lowering my voice, “the only way to end this is to acknowledge the truth. Return my son, expose Amelia’s crimes, and let the vault be opened to the people.”
The king rose, his voice resonating through the marble. “Very well. Let the truth be spoken, and may the kingdom heal.”
