Nolan POV
The announcement came through my secure line just after dawn.
I listened in silence as my communications director outlined the plan, her voice crisp and efficient as always. Dates. Format. Moderators. Security protocols. The first major debate of the election—broadcast live across the kingdom, every alpha candidate on one stage, answering directly to the people.
There would be no curated soundbites. No controlled press releases.
Just us.
I leaned back in my chair, gaze drifting to the window as she spoke. The packhouse grounds were already awake below—warriors changing shifts, staff moving between buildings, the quiet hum of a place that never truly slept.
A stage like that was dangerous.
For anyone.
For me, it was something else entirely.
Every time I put myself in fron
