The Crumbling Throne

(Kaelen’s POV)

The pressure on my chest grew tighter with every second.

My father sat stiff in his chair, his eyes refusing to meet mine. The thought clawed at me “Did he believe that I truly murdered Elder Tarkin?”

I lowered my gaze, struggling to think, when a soft hand slipped into mine. It was Neva’s.

Her fingers wrapped firmly around my own, steadying me when everything felt like it was falli