"So this is how it's going to be," Adam said, voice calm, almost bored. "You will tell the world everything you and your wife did. Every dirty thing. Every deal. Every lie."
Murmurs rippled through the crowd.
Adam didn't stop.
"But the most important part," he continued, eyes locked on them, "is how your wife killed her own daughter. How you helped cover it up. How you called it suicide and let people spit on her name."
Gasps broke out. Someone cried out. Someone else whispered a prayer.
Adam tilted his head slightly. "And don't misunderstand me. I am going to kill you. That part is fixed."
Panic spread fast now.
"And after that," Adam went on, "every other politician like you. This whole circus you call democracy is done. You people move slow. You argue while people suffer."
He smiled faintly. "It's time for monarchy. I'll be your monarch. At least under me, things move fast. Clean. Humans won't wait years for scraps."
Voices rose. Chairs scraped. Some tried to move back.
