Jasmine's POV
The instant I stepped into my chambers, an icy chill wrapped around me like a shroud. Every word from the council meeting crashed through my mind in relentless waves, each accusation sharper than the last.
My pulse hammered against my ribs. I pressed my hand to my chest, drawing in shaky breaths while my back found the solid comfort of the door.
The shock hadn't faded. Those vicious lies Sylvia had woven still echoed in my ears, each false word designed to destroy me.
My gaze drifted toward the bed where my children slept in perfect tranquility. Their small bodies rose and fell with each gentle breath, untouched by the storm raging around us.
Standing there watching them, I yearned for their innocence. For a world where unexpected cruelties didn't lurk around every corner, waiting to strike.
