As I expected, the Queen had finally begun to make her moves.
She played her game as I knew she would—whispers planted in tea parlors, subtle remarks exchanged at evening banquets, a slow and calculated attempt to taint reputations through the social web she'd carefully spun over the years. But her methods, though once effective, had grown outdated in the face of what we'd built. This time, her efforts unraveled before they could take root.
I had already posted people in every circle that mattered—eyes that watched, ears that listened, and mouths that silenced every rumor before it could catch flame. Her words were no match for the truth that had already been set in motion.
The newspapers, serving as both voice and vision of the kingdom's people, carried the truth that no idle gossip could bury.
The Kingdom's new heroes—unexpected, unpolished, but undeniably brilliant—had already claimed their place in the hearts of both nobles and commoners alike.
