The Heiress Carrying Chapter 100 - 101: The Voice Before the Throne

Chapter 100: Chapter 101: The Voice Before the Throne

Elara’s POV

The days before the request were heavy.

The arrests had swelled beyond anything we had planned. The prisons were filling with people whose only cri was standing in a grain line or attending a eting. n and won who had been hungry, who had been desperate, who had made the mistake of hoping that sothing could change.

I signed the papers. One after another. Authorization for detention. Authorization for questioning. Authorization for holding without trial.

I did not know if I believed in what I was signing. But the council was unified. The people were frightened. The dead girl was still dead. And I was the queen, and the queen could not afford to hesitate.

The lower districts were quiet. Not the quiet of peace. The quiet that ca before sothing loud.

Corvus ca to

in the evening. His face was drawn, his eyes tired. He had been working around the clock, the sa as , the sa as everyone who was trying to hold the kingdom together.

"Your Majesty," he said. "I need to speak with you. Privately."

I dismissed the servants. Closed the door. Sat at my desk and waited.

He stood in the center of the room, his hands clasped behind his back. The way he stood when he was about to say sothing he knew I did not want to hear.

"The arrests," he said. "They cannot continue."

I said nothing.

"Not because the Rendered are innocent. I don’t know if they are or not. But because the prisons are full. Because we are holding people without trial, without evidence, without any way to charge them. Because every day we hold them, we lose more of the trust we are trying to protect."

"The council disagrees."

"The council is not in the prisons, Your Majesty. The council is not in the lower districts, watching families fall apart because a father was taken for standing in the wrong line." His voice was steady, but there was sothing underneath it. Frustration, maybe. Or fear. "The people are watching. They see what we are doing. And they are beginning to ask questions."

"What kind of questions?"

"The kind that start with ’why’ and end with ’who’." He paused. "Why are we arresting people with no evidence? Who benefits from the chaos? Who is directing the investigation?"

I leaned back in my chair. "You think soone is directing the investigation."

"I think soone is using it." He t my eyes. "I don’t know who. I don’t know why. But the pattern is too clean. The arrests are too targeted. Soone is feeding information to the council, and that soone is not ."

I thought about the acoustic wall. The spot where sound carried. Lena, standing there, listening.

"I know," I said.

Corvus looked at

for a mont. Then he nodded. He did not ask what I knew or how I knew it. He just waited.

"Keep watching," I said. "Keep listening. And keep the arrests as contained as you can. I’ll handle the council.

The next morning, Petrov ca to .

He did not knock. He walked into my chambers like he owned them, his face flushed, his voice loud. The servants scattered. The guards at the door looked uncomfortable.

"Your Majesty," he said. "We need to talk."

I did not stand. I did not invite him to sit. I just looked at him.

"The arrests," he said. "Corvus has been spreading doubt. Suggesting we slow down. Suggesting we release prisoners." His voice rose. "This is exactly what the Rendered want. Chaos. Uncertainty. The crown looking weak."

"The crown looking weak," I repeated.

"People are frightened. A girl was murdered in your own chambers. The Rendered have proven themselves capable of–"

"The Rendered have proven themselves capable of stealing grain and exposing corrupt lords." I kept my voice calm. "They have not proven themselves capable of murder."

"The evidence–"

"The evidence is thin. You know it. I know it. Corvus knows it." I leaned forward. "The arrests are continuing because the council is afraid. Because the people are afraid. Because soone needs to be blad for a dead girl, and the Rendered are convenient."

Petrov’s face tightened. "You cannot afford to appear weak, Your Majesty. Not now. Not with the city on the edge."

"I am not appearing weak. I am asking questions. There is a difference."

He looked at

for a long mont. Then he bowed, stiff and formal, and left without another word.

I sat at my desk and watched him go.

The rot was spreading. I could see it now, the shape of it, the way it moved through the council, through the investigation, through the arrests. Soone was using the chaos. Soone was feeding information. Soone wanted the Rendered crushed, and it was not just because they were afraid.

I just did not know who. Not yet.

The ssage arrived that afternoon.

It ca through back channels, through the kind of people who knew how to make things disappear. A folded piece of paper, no signature, no seal. The handwriting was plain, deliberate, the kind of writing that soone used when they did not want to be recognized.

I read it twice.

The Voice requests an audience before the queen and her council. He will co unard. He will co alone. In exchange, the council will hear him before anyone reaches for the guards.

I set it down. Picked it up again. Read it a third ti.

He wanted to co here. To the palace. To the heart of the power he had been fighting against. He wanted to stand before the council, before , and speak.

It was either the bravest thing I had ever heard or the stupidest.

I called Corvus. Showed him the ssage.

He read it in silence. His face did not change, but I could see him thinking, working through the implications.

"If he cos," Corvus said slowly, "we could arrest him. End this."

"Yes."

"If we arrest him, his followers will riot. The city will burn."

"Yes."

"If we refuse, he will use it against us. Proof that the crown is afraid. That we will not listen. That the Voice speaks the truth about us."

"Yes."

Corvus set the paper down. "You’re going to grant it."

"I’m going to grant it."

He nodded. He did not argue. He did not tell

I was wrong. He just nodded, the way he did when he had already thought through all the argunts and knew they would not change my mind.

Petrov was furious.

He ca to my chambers again, this ti with three other council mbers. Their faces were flushed, their voices loud. They did not knock. They did not wait to be invited.

"Your Majesty, this is madness," Petrov said. "The Voice is a criminal. A traitor. He has incited violence against the crown. He has"

"He has requested an audience. Formally. With terms." I kept my voice calm. "He will co unard. He will co alone. In exchange, we will hear him before we reach for our guards."

"It’s a trap."

"If it’s a trap, it’s a very obvious one. And we will have guards at every door. He will not leave this palace if we do not want him to."

Petrov shook his head. "You cannot trust him."

"I am not trusting him. I am listening to him. There is a difference."

"The council–"

"The council will be present. You will be present. You will hear what he has to say, the sa as . And then we will decide what to do." I stood. "The audience is granted. The arrangents will be made. That is my decision."

They argued. For an hour, they argued. Voices rose. Faces flushed. Petrov threatened to resign. I did not respond. I just sat at my desk and let them talk themselves out.

In the end, they left. Frustrated. Angry. But they left.

The audience would happen.

That night, I sat alone in my chambers and thought about the Voice.

The mask. The altered voice. The way he held himself on the platform, still and controlled, like soone who had learned to take up exactly as much space as he needed and no more.

He was coming here. To my palace. To my council. To .

I did not know what he would say. I did not know what he wanted. I did not know if I was making the right decision or the worst decision of my life.

But I knew that the arrests could not continue forever. I knew that the prisons were filling with people who might be innocent. I knew that the city was watching, and that the people were asking questions, and that I did not have answers.

The Voice might not have answers either. But he might have sothing else. Sothing I needed.

The truth.

I picked up the ssage again. Read it one last ti.

The Voice requests an audience before the queen and her council.

Granted.

I set the paper down and waited for morning.