Eve's POV
The celebration happened without Eve organizing any of it.
That was the thing about having people around you who actually understood what you needed. Somewhere between the hearing chamber and getting back to Seraphine's estate, decisions got made. Food appeared. Wine appeared. The formal sitting room that had been functioning as their war room for six days was suddenly full of people who'd been holding their breath for a week and had collectively decided to exhale.
Katerina was there.
That surprised Eve more than anything. The warrior had no reason to stick around, her endorsement was given, her faction's position stated. She could've left the Court the morning after the trial. But there she was, standing by the window with a glass of wine and the look of someone who'd decided this particular outcome was worth witnessing.
She caught Eve's eye across the room.
Raised her glass slightly.
Eve raised hers back.
