“The Dominion will take your actions into consideration,” Kosandion said.

“Thank you, my Sovereign. May I address citizen Asturra?”

“You may,” the Sovereign said.

“Amphie Asturra,” Nelonia intoned. “You are hereby exiled from Behoun. Should you return, your head will be removed from your body and preserved in the Stronghold of Justice to be used as an example for future generations.”

Nelonia bowed her head and stepped back.

The delegate who was worried about the uranium imports punched his chest. “I pledge my loyalty to the Sovereign!”

Kolorea jerked, as if shocked by a live wire.

“I pledge my loyalty!”

“…Loyalty…”

“…To the Sovereign!”

About half of the delegation pledged their loyalty. The rest remained silent.

“Very well,” the Sovereign said. “The Behoun delegation will be detained and interviewed to ascertain their role in the assassination attempt. Their minor ask will not be granted. Citizen Amphie Asturra, for the crime of attempted murder of the Sovereign I sentence you to exile. You will be remanded to the custody of the Capital Guard, pending your recovery.”

Miralitt’s guards entered the throne room. It took about three minutes to corral the Behoun delegation and get them out of the inn.

“Candidate Prysen Ol,” the Sovereign said. “I judge you guilty of attempted murder of the Sovereign. In light of your full cooperation, I sentence you to seven years of labor, so you can atone for your crimes, to be served under the authority of the Holy Ecclesiarch of the Dominion.”

In the Observer Gallery, the First Scholar preened.

“I accept my punishment,” Prysen Ol said.

“The People of Kai, you have failed in your due diligence and have brought an assassin as your candidate. Your minor ask cannot be granted; however, the Dominion acknowledges your efforts and is ready to continue our diplomatic relations.”

The Kai leader spoke. “We regret this unfortunate happening. We shall continue our efforts. May the Sovereign be healthy. May his mother be healthy. May his grandfather on his mother’s side be healthy. May his grandmother…”

It took them a few minutes to run through all of Kosandion’s extended relatives. Even Caldenia got a wish of health. Finally, they wished good health to his future spouse and children and departed.

“Now we must resolve the matter of the spouse,” Kosandion said.

Oond shivered his fins weakly.

Lady Wexyn nodded slowly.

“There are those in the Dominion who call for this selection to be voided, so a new selection can occur,” the Sovereign said. “They desire a new search so the perfect candidate to be my spouse can be found. Do the candidates wish to state their opinions on this matter?”

Oond’s fins flashed. “No.”

“No, Letero,” Lady Wexyn said.

The acolytes bared their teeth and hissed.

“Very well.” Kosandion rose, stone-faced. “I, Letero Kolivion, Dystim Arbiento, Sovereign of the Seven Star Dominion, He Who Is Immune to Fate, the Light of the Morning Sun, declare this selection to be over.”