Lyanna’s POV

I was standing in the throne room, defending myself against Lady Nimara’s accusations that I had attacked her with dark magic. Panic clawed at my chest as every council elder fixed their gaze on me. My knees nearly gave out, but the king’s reassuring smile steadied me.

“I was accused of using dark magic on Lady Nimara days ago, but that wasn’t the truth,” I said firmly. One of the elders snorted.

“False? Do you have evidence to prove you were framed?” the elder ...