Liam wanted to leave before he became the target of the ministers or noble families.
He made it at most ten feet before someone stopped him.
"My lord."
Liam closed his eyes for half a second.
Of course.
The Golden Court had barely begun dispersing after the oath, but the strict ceremonial formation had already dissolved into clusters of officials, old families, and provincial representatives who clearly considered the conclusion of a historic sovereign oath an excellent opportunity for networking.
Usually, Liam could tolerate that.
He had survived Wrohan's court, industrial committees, government hearings, and investors who somehow believed technical meetings required three hours of unnecessary conversation before anyone discussed the machine they were actually buying.
This was different.
Today, hundreds of people had watched the Nurian Core recognize his bond with Arik.
And Liam currently had something foreign sealed inside that bond.
He turned.
