The Alpha Kings And Their Stripper Mate

Chapter 237: Chapter 237: I saw your mother leave

Eve looked at her.

"I saw your mother leave," Sera said quietly. "With you. You were... days old. Wrapped in something, I couldn’t see clearly, but I knew. I’d heard she’d given birth." A pause. "She was moving fast. Not running. But fast. And she looked..." Sera’s expression shifted to something careful. "She didn’t look frightened. That’s what I’ve always remembered. I expected fear and what I saw was purpose. She knew exactly where she was going. She knew exactly what she was doing."

Eve took a deep, but she didn’t interrupt her.

"She looked back once," Sera said. "Down the corridor. Back toward your father’s chambers." Her voice was very even. "And then she looked forward and kept walking."

"She got you out," Sera said. "Whatever happened after... she got you out first. That was the priority. That was the whole plan." She held Eve’s gaze. "I don’t think you knew that. I think you’ve been living with the version where they were taken before they could act." A pause. "They acted. Your mother acted. She got you to safety and then went back."

Eve couldn’t speak.

"She chose to go back," Sera said simply. Gently. "I want you to know that. She wasn’t caught. She wasn’t surprised. She made a choice." A pause. "I’ve thought about whether to tell someone for twenty years. I didn’t know who to trust with it." She looked at Eve. "I think you’re who I was waiting to tell."

Eve digested the new information without letting it show on her face.

"Thank you," she managed to say. "For telling me what you saw."

Sera nodded. Set down her tea and stood up.

"I’ll vote for you at the hearing," she said. "Not because of the politics, But because of what I felt in that room today and what I saw in that corridor twenty years ago." She paused at the door. "Your mother would recognize you. I want you to know that."

She left and the door closed behind her.

Eve sat in the chair and looked at the wall and felt Damian cross the room before she heard him, his arms coming around her from behind, chin on top of her head.

She held his arms, But she didn’t cry this time.

Her mother had gone back.

Not caught. Not surprised, she went back because she chose to go back.

***

Seraphine came to visit her around eight.

Eve heard her footsteps before she knocked.

"Come in," Eve said.

Seraphine entered. Looked at the room, at the brothers, at Elena, at Eve’s face. Whatever she saw made her expression do something brief and complicated before settling back into its usual composed lines.

She set a document on the table.

Eve looked at it.

"Malachai filed this an hour ago," Seraphine said. "I’ve been with the Court’s legal office since then, confirming whether it’s valid." A pause. "It is."

"What is it?" Damian asked.

Seraphine looked at Eve.

"He’s changed the terms of the hearing," she said. "The panel assessment still proceeds. But he’s invoked an additional provision, older even than the Conclave demonstration." She paused. "The Reckoning Clause."

"It was written into the original succession law," Seraphine said. "Before the faction system. Before almost everything." A pause. "If a claimant’s fitness is formally disputed by a sitting Court authority, and Malachai qualifies as that, the hearing doesn’t just assess the claim. It requires the claimant to formally answer for any actions taken during their pursuit of the throne that may have destabilized the Court."

The room was quiet.

"He’s putting the rescue on trial," Damon said flatly.

"The extraction of Maya from his territory," Seraphine said. "Yes. He’s characterizing it as an aggressive incursion into faction space. A destabilizing action by a claimant who’s demonstrated willingness to operate outside Court law." She held Eve’s gaze. "The hearing isn’t just about whether you have the right to claim the throne anymore. It’s about whether you should be sanctioned for how you’ve pursued it."

Eve looked at the document.

"If the panel finds against her on the Reckoning," Damian said, "what happens?"

Seraphine was quiet for a moment.

"Sanctions," she said. "At minimum... formal censure, the claim suspended for a period determined by the panel." A pause. "At maximum..." She stopped.

"Tell me," Eve said.

"Exile," Seraphine said. "From the Court and its territories. Permanent."

Eve looked at the document on the table.

Malachai had lost the demonstration. Had lost Cassius. Had lost the fifth seat. Had watched nine people kneel on stone for his opponent.

And he’d found something else.

Of course he had.

She thought about him in the emptying hall. Sitting still while everyone else moved.

There’s always something else.

She looked up.

"He’s betting the rescue was illegal," she said. "That walking into his territory without formal permission constitutes an aggressive act under Court law."

"Yes," Seraphine said.

"Was it?" Eve asked.

A pause.

"Technically," Seraphine said, "the passage runs through neutral territory, but the room itself was in his space. The extraction..." She paused. "A skilled legal argument could go either way."

"He has two panel seats," Damon said. "He only needs one more to sanction her."

"Vassin," Damian said. "If Vassin decides the legal argument holds...."

"He decides on evidence," Eve said. She was looking at the document. "Evidence and precedent." freewebnovel.cσ๓

"Yes," Seraphine said.

"Then we find the precedent," Eve said. "Every time the Reckoning Clause has been invoked. Every ruling. Every outcome." She looked at Seraphine. "Someone’s beaten it before."

"Possibly," Seraphine said.

"Find it," Eve said. "Tonight."

Seraphine looked at her for a moment.

"There’s something else," she said.

Eve waited.

"The provision requires you to speak in your own defense," Seraphine said. "Not legal counsel. Not Raphael. Not me." She held Eve’s gaze. "You. Directly to the panel. Your account of what happened and why."

The room was quiet.

"In front of Malachai," Damon said.

"In front of everyone," Seraphine said.

Eve looked at the document on the table.

In four days she was going to stand in a room and tell the truth about walking into Malachai’s territory, breaking his ward, taking back her friend.

In front of the man who’d called her mother collateral.

On the record.

In public.

She thought about Sera Aldric’s voice.

She didn’t look frightened. She looked purposeful.

Eve picked up the document.

"Find me the precedent," she said. "And tell my uncle we need him tonight."

She stood up and walked to the window.

"Four days," she said.

"I’ll be ready by then"