"For yourself," Kaizar cut in quietly.
His voice wasn't loud.
It didn't need to be.
The hall went dead still.
Seraphine let out a wild, trembling laugh, backing away as if cornered by ghosts. "You— you think you've won? You think any of this ends here? I will not be dragged out like some criminal— I am a noble woman!"
"Not anymore," the magistrate said coldly.
Guards moved.
Seraphine flinched back so violently she nearly tripped.
"Don't touch me!" she screeched, stumbling away from their reach. "I WON'T GO! I WON'T—"
Her voice cracked into a ragged, broken wail.
"You can't kill me… please… please, I'm— I'm Seraphine Arven… I'm— I… I didn't do anything wrong…"
No one looked at her with sympathy.
Not the nobles.
Not the court officials.
Not even Radomir.
Especially not Radomir.
His jaw clenched, gaze bored, irritated—
as if this pathetic display was beneath his attention.
Seraphine's knees gave out, crashing to the floor.
