The Queen Who Adopted A Goblin Top Now

She did not cower. In a council that smelled of dried lavender and parchment, Maelis placed Toppi on the polished table. The courtiers flinched when it sang a single note—clear and small—yet they could not deny the truth it exposed: where the mills paid tolls that starved wheelwrights, where trade laws privileged guilds with seals, where orphaned children counted their days by the holes in their shoes.