#Chapter38 Theodore

Violet The day of the trial came sooner than I expected. The grand courtroom was cold, its marble walls reflecting the light filtering in through the large stained glass windows. The judgment panel sat in their elevated positions, with Owen at the center, his expression unreadable. Beside him, the alphas of the other noble houses listened intently, their gazes sharp and assessing. I knew most of them from my childhood either because they were my father’s friends or their sons. I didn’t know if that was a good thing or not. Owen wouldn’t be making the final decision, but he had the right to intercede. I could only hope that we would never get to Capital Court. Judging by the look on Owen’s face, he’d rather eat nails than rule on this case fairly. Lucas’ legal team presented their case with all the polished confidence of practiced liars. Lucas had the nerve to look smug, and I notice that Nora wasn’t in the courtroom. They probably didn’t want to chance my lawyer calling her to