High Envoy Eirwen advanced through the evidence recess, carrying her silverwood case horizontally with both hands.
Her twelve luminous shards remained folded in a defensive crescent above her shoulders, emitting a soft, steady hum.
The living botanical grain inside her case leaned visibly toward Ferra's travel cradle across the boundary line.
The royal recorders filed the treaty strip just as the directional resonance became obvious to everyone present.
Between the foreign envoy and the sovereign throne, the First Prince's empty chair stood as a silent testament to betrayal.
"My Court claims an observer seat, not administrative control over this proceeding," Eirwen stated, bowing before the throne.
"I will begin our formal submission with the physical evidence that compelled my delegation to travel south."
Three living clasps of silverwood opened smoothly along the side of her sealed case, releasing a faint cedar fragrance.
