Abel
The next morning, the main assembly hall was packed. Every delegation, every leader, every adviser crammed into the space. I stood at the podium with Millicent beside me, both of us running on no sleep and pure determination.
"By now you've all heard about the attempt on my heir's life," I began, not bothering with diplomatic niceties. "What you might not know is that it wasn't an isolated incident. Morrison had help. Someone in this room."
The whispers started immediately, delegates looking at each other with suspicion. I let them stew for a moment before continuing.
"Morrison's in custody, and he's been very helpful. Names, dates, communications." That was stretching the truth, but they didn't need to know that. "We know about the corrupted security footage. We know about the in
