Malrik’s POV

"Please confirm the signature," the lawyer said, his voice calm almost smug in its control.

I inhaled deeply, steadying myself as my eyes combed over the document again.

"This is a peace accord," I began, my tone resolute but even. "My father requested that I sign it prior to handing me control of the regions. It was supposed to guarantee that I upheld peace and remained loyal and just in matters of protection, leadership, and opportunity across both territories. There was no ...