### **Chapter 176**

Violet’s POV

The world did not change with an explosion.

It shifted with recognition.

That was the first thing I understood the morning after the Framework began to move. Not in shadows. Not in threats. But in light. Public. Visible. Calm.

Too calm.

I stood by the glass wall of the east wing, Amelia asleep against my chest, her tiny fingers gripping the fabric of my shirt as if anchoring herself to something solid. Outside, the sea was gentle, almost mockingly peaceful. Enzo had already left for the lower security deck. Helena was on her third call since dawn. The estate was awake, alert, humming with controlled urgency.

But nothing had happened.

That was the danger.

When power wants to strike, it doesn’t always use force. Sometimes it uses acknowledgment. It legitimizes you just enough to control you. It puts your name in its mouth so it can shape how others hear it.

Maria entered quietly, carrying a tray of tea. “You’re holding her too tightly,” she said softly.