It's Asmodean, is what it is. Not in a literal sense — if the archmages and the Queen wanted the country ruled by Asmodeus, they'd've left him in charge — but in the sense that matters. The sense where — it doesn't matter whether you broke the law. It doesn't even matter whether you did anything wrong. All that matters is that you angered someone more powerful than you, and they're going to try their damned best to convince people that means you deserve to die for it.
And she should have realized it. When the archmages were more interested in stopping people from saying diabolists shouldn't be at the Convention than in stopping diabolists from being there in the first place. When she found out the queen had granted amnesty to anyone who'd killed and raped and tortured as long as it happened before she came to power.
When the war ended and the archmages never bothered to deal with the priests, never bothered to deal with the minor nobility. When she realized (the first time she realized) that they didn't care about the ordinary people, didn't care about justice, didn't care about anything as long as they had peace.
And she sat there helping Valia compare her speech line by line against the Queen's decrees, making absolutely sure that it was legal, as if that was the sort of thing that mattered—
And Valia is probably going to die for it.
Even knowing that the archmages were barely bothering to pretend to be Good, she'd thought they'd be trying harder than this.
Her chest is burning. She doesn't know if she's angry at the Queen or the archmages or the man who wrote that awful pamphlet or the rioters who strung up innocents from lampposts or herself.