Dax signed the final document with the firm hand of a man who had been doing this for the last decade and had never once enjoyed it.
The Ministry of Transportation stood arrayed before his desk in orderly tension, folders aligned, arguments exhausted. Rail expansion approved. Port levies amended. Safety audits accelerated. Nothing dramatic or that would make it into a history book. Exactly how Dax preferred his infrastructure policy.
Andrew stood to his right, quiet and observant, and his duty was more to keep others safe from Dax than to keep his King alive. For all it was worth, Dax could level an army with his pheromones.
"You'll receive the formal decree by end of day," Dax said, voice even. "If there are no further objections."
There were none. The officials bowed and filed out, the doors closed with a solid, final sound.
Dax straightened and rose from his seat, easing the stiffness out of his shoulders with a slow roll.
