Chapter 174: The King's Intervention

The heavy oak doors of the courtroom swung open with a thunderous crash, causing every head to snap toward the entrance.

A hush fell over the hall as the King entered, flanked by his personal guards, their gleaming armor reflecting the flickering torchlight. His presence was unmistakable—a living embodiment of power draped in royal blue and gold, his crown a sharp, unyielding reminder of the authority he wielded.

The air itself seemed to stiffen in response, and a ripple of uncertainty passed through the assembled nobles.

Kerrigan’s eyes narrowed as she watched the King approach, his gait purposeful and imperious. She felt Conor’s hand subtly brush against hers, a silent exchange of solidarity. They both knew what this meant: the King’s sudden arrival was not a mere show of concern but a calculated move to reclaim control over a trial that had veered dangerously off course.

“Your Majesty,” the presiding judge said, rising from his seat and bowing deeply. The rest of the courtroom follo