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Queen Celeste stood in the candlelit chamber, fingers tracing the silver belt at her waist... a gift from her late husband, King Matthias, who had died under "mysterious" circumstances one year ago. But Celeste knew the truth. She had poisoned him. Not from malice, but love for her kingdom. Matthias had gone mad, planning to burn southern villages he believed harbored traitors. She had acted to save thousands of innocent lives. Now she lived with that choice every waking moment. "Your Majesty," her handmaiden entered. "Lord Garrett requests urgent audience." Celeste's blood ran cold. The court investigator had been quietly inquiring into the king's death for months. She thought she'd covered every trace. The elderly lord entered, holding a small vial... the same type she had used. "Your Majesty, I've completed my investigation. The king was poisoned over many months." Her heart raced. "Have you identified the culprit?" "Yes. The king's physician, Dr. Aldous. I found records in his chambers... payments from Eastern Kingdom agents seeking to destabilize our throne." Celeste stared, confused. "But Dr. Aldous died six months ago." "His conspirators silenced him. The poison mimicked natural illness perfectly." Garrett's expression softened. "You've borne terrible guilt, believing you failed to protect the king. But you couldn't have known." Understanding dawned. Garrett knew the truth. He'd fabricated everything—the evidence, the conspiracy—giving her absolution. "Why?" she whispered. "I serve justice, Your Majesty. Sometimes that means protecting those who make impossible choices for right reasons. The king's madness would have destroyed us all. Someone had to act."