Malrik POV

Zebulon said nothing. His silence, heavy and deliberate, carried more weight than any denial.

Cassian leaned forward, his tone laced with irritation he barely bothered to conceal.

"I think the real reason you’ve dragged this matter here is because of the power rotation debate," he said, his gaze sharp as it locked onto Zebulon. "After all, Fiji shares borders with all of our regions. Are you implying that Quillan, Malrikarion, and I are unfit to rule?"

A tic flared in ...