Chaim's Pov
Several Elders and their families seem less than thrilled about being trapped in the Throne room, but Dad won't let any of them stir up trouble.
We pull back to the King's private chamber for our midday meal, though I notice Garcia throwing a glance at Herbert before she joins our retreat.
"We've got surveillance on everyone. Any mind-link activity gets reported immediately as a safety measure," Garcia announces once the chamber door seals shut behind us.
Lunch passes in uncomfortable silence. None of us feels particularly chatty, knowing our hearing will face its biggest challenge once we return to continue the proceedings. We might have to ask Dad to issue a direct command for silence.
"Uncle Patton, could you use the same directive you implemented during Barbara's trial?" Garcia requests.
"Are you telepathic now?" I tease her, earning quiet laughter from several family members.
