“We have also contacted the United States Department of State,” Keller said, looking at me.

“The federal prosecutor in New York is already preparing the paperwork.”

“Extradition?” I asked.

“Yes,” Keller nodded. “Given the nature of the fraud and the location of the original trust, she will face trial on American soil.”

“I understand,” I said.

Rachel was led out of the room, her weeping echoing down the long, stone-tiled corridor outside.

The heavy doors closed behind her, cutting off the sound.

The room fell into an uneasy silence.

Alexander walked to his father’s side, his shoulders slumped.

“What happens now, Father?” the Prince asked.

King Alaric looked at his son, his expression grave.

“We clean our house, Alexander,” the King said.

“And we make amends to those we have wronged.”

The King turned to look at me.

“Commander Carter, your actions have saved this monarchy from a catastrophic scandal.”

“I did not do it for the monarchy, Your Majesty,” I said. “I did it for my mother.”

“Of course,” Alaric said, bowing his head slightly.

“The resources of this palace are at your disposal to facilitate her transfer.”