It was World Regent Lucian.
The Continental Commander.
Out of every World Regent seated around the ancient table, he alone had not placed his hand upon it. Even though the vote had already been decided and more than enough hands had already accepted the creation of the Fifteenth Throne, Lucian remained sitting exactly as before. His large battle-worn figure didn't move an inch, his scarred face carrying the same serious expression without the slightest hesitation or uncertainty.
He simply continued looking toward Nerrisa as though the result of the vote itself meant very little until he personally understood the reason behind her decision. The moment everyone realized whose hand was still missing, the eyes of the entire Sovereign Hall naturally followed him. Nerrisa looked at him with the same calm smile resting upon her beautiful face, while one after another the remaining World Regents also shifted their attention toward the Continental Commander.
