Threadbare Crown
fantasy◐ TeenIn a quiet hall, Mira found the Great Loom itself, still and silent. A thin thread of silver hung loose from its edge, freshly cut. Someone had been working it after the unveiling. Mira reached out and touched the thread, and it was still warm, as if a hand had just left it.
Mira hid behind a pillar and waited. Past midnight, Lord Castet crept in with needle and silver thread, humming, and began stitching a fresh false face into the cloth. Mira stepped out. "I see you," she said. Castet spun around, needle still in hand, caught red-handed by the very girl he'd framed.
What happens next?
1 ways forwardCastet tried to bargain, then tried to run, but Mira had already locked the door and woken the night guards with her shouting. They found him holding the needle over the half-finished forgery. There was no lie left to tell. Castet was arrested on the spot, and Mira called for the Loom to weave the true monarch in the morning light, with the whole court watching.