Arik's gaze moved slowly over Liam's face, as though searching for the precise point at which observation had become accusation.
"Because desire is not the only consideration."
"It appears to be the only one you have avoided discussing."
"I have discussed it."
"You have discussed military authority, conflicting sovereign systems, territorial obligations, your succession, Cecil's suitability, the council's charming preference for coercion, and several theoretical ways the palace might attempt to kill you." Liam tightened his grip around Arik's wrist. "You have not explained why a man who wants Nuria, believes Agaron would be safe without him, and may need full sovereign authority to reopen the only Gate home is still refusing to take the oath."
Arik's expression became unreadable.
The light in the room dimmed around them, the thin veins of gold beneath the walls withdrawing until the palace appeared to be holding its breath.
Liam noticed.
"So it is listening."
