The words fell like thunder.
Everyone in the tent froze.
Even the wind outside seemed to halt.
Adrian's pupils constricted. "What… did you just say?"
"I said I want to be king," Nox repeated calmly, meeting Adrian's gaze without a flicker of hesitation.
Ria's mouth parted slightly, stunned. "Are you saying you want to take over the entire Vermilion Kingdom?"
"No." Nox leaned forward, voice cold and clear. "I want the western region to separate from the Vermilion Kingdom and stand as its own independent nation. One not ruled by a cowardly king who abandoned his people. One where decisions are made by those who actually fight on the frontlines."
Adrian's jaw clenched. "That's treason."
"It's survival," Nathan cut in, surprising everyone. "Watch your tone, boy. My grandson has fought harder and shed more blood than any noble in the capital. If anyone has the right to lead, it's him."
