His gaze swept across the nobles, lingering just long enough on each marquis and baron to remind them of their place and their vote.
Inside his mind, Kimar's thoughts roared with triumph.
Yes… exactly this. Thank you, Garius. You have opened the door. Let them vote. And when they do, they will choose me. The throne will be mine.
Yet outwardly, his face remained serene, his tone almost generous.
"A vote," he concluded smoothly, "to settle this matter once and for all, without quarrel, without doubt. Is that not the fairest course?"
Garius's expression remained composed, his posture unbroken, elbow on the armrest, fingers resting lightly against his chin, eyes steady on Kimar.
But beneath that calm mask, his thoughts churned darkly.
This wolf in human skin…
He's been preparing this long before we even stepped into this hall. Every word, every nod, every whispered promise, he's weaving a net and calling it law. I've seen the signs, felt the current shifting.
