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 oath within it supporting the claims being presented today."
The Chairman exhaled slowly, his face unreadable, though the gravity of his authority hung thick in the air. "Section eighteen, sub-section 'a'," he said, each word falling like the stroke of a judge’s gavel.
My hands moved faster, flipping
