Radomir turned sharply to his special advisor, the man who had replaced Kaizar after he walked out without looking back.
"Are all the court officials here?" Radomir asked, voice cool, almost bored. "I want this trial done with quickly."
The advisor bowed deeply.
"Yes, Your Grace. Everyone of political standing has arrived. The front rows are filled. The hall is waiting only for your word."
Radomir hummed, uninterested in their eagerness.
The advisor continued softly, "A message arrived earlier. Her Highness Syris asks that the trial be conducted with fairness."
Radomir let out a quiet, humorless laugh.
"Fairness.." he muttered. "Of all things for her to worry about."
He moved his gaze over the crowded hall.
They weren't here for justice; they were here for spectacle. The fall of a noble always drew an audience.
And buried beneath the political noise, his own turmoil simmered.
