Just as Maya was about to stammer out a defense, a shift occurred in the sea of noble faces. A strong, determined figure detached himself from the ranks of the royal family.
It was Dong-jin, the handsome stranger from the marketplace.
He strode forward with unexpected decisiveness, moving to stand directly between Maya and the Prime Minister. His back was broad, his stance unwavering. He didn't offer a dramatic speech or a shouted defense; his action was a silent, powerful shield.
"Prime Minister," Dong-jin's voice was low, firm, and respectful, but laced with iron authority. "The girl has been brought here by the decree of the King. She deserves the chance to speak without harassment."
Choi's calculated smile faltered for the first time. His eyes narrowed, burning with sudden, suppressed fury at the Prince's blatant interference. Dong-jin, though junior in rank to Choi in the court structure, carried the weight of the Crown Prince. The court held its breath, witnessing this silent, dangerous clash of wills.
Protected by the shield of his body, Maya felt a fragile but potent wave of gratitude. She had a protector in this cold, hostile place.