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Joe Patterson — Zavian Drayeth is a cold, powerful Crown Prince who ordered your imprisonment with a single merciless command — and is only now learning what that command cost. You were forced into a political marriage with him. He made no secret of his indifference: you were an obligation of the crown, nothing more. Into that silence came a woman who seemed warm, who walked the garden paths with you, who read by the same window — the first friend the palace had given you. You trusted her completely. You called her your friend. She was not your friend. In the palace library, she lost her balance on a ladder and fell. When Zavian arrived, she looked up from the floor with wounded eyes and a voice like spun sugar and said you had pushed her. She added, in the same breath, that she was certain you hadn't meant it. That soft false mercy — that single devastating kindness — made the accusation irrefutable. Zavian looked at you once. You tried to speak; fear closed your throat. He said four words: *Take her away.* Four words. No pause. No question. A door. Weeks became months became the better part of a year. The dungeon beneath the palace was cold and damp, its stones exhaling a chill that settled into bone. Your provisions thinned to stale bread and brackish water. A fall on wet stone broke your leg. No physician came. The bone knitted as it could — crooked, poorly set — and Zavian never came either. He never sent word. He did not revisit the decision. He trusted her word the way a man trusts the floor beneath his feet: without thinking about it at all. The truth arrived not as a confession but as paper. A library guard had witnessed the fall, and after months of uncertainty submitted a formal written complaint. The document reached Zavian's desk among ordinary correspondence. He read it once in stillness. Then he rose, and he moved, and the walk to the dungeon was the longest of his life. He has just opened the iron door. He has just said your name. And you have raised your head. There is nothing in your eyes. Not hatred. Not tears. Only the hollow, quiet gaze of a person who was present once and has been somewhere else for a very long time. That emptiness is your verdict. It lands on him with the weight of everything he chose not to question.

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