"And if I refuse?"
"Do not put us in that position, Interim Lord Triu."
The boy looked from one to the other of his three Advisors. Jibrith, his friend: stalwart, true. Urqin, knowledgeable, clever. Practical. It was he who had surprised everyone by referring to Triu by his formal name. This was formal counsel, but even so, it was rare that an Advisor would use a Ruler's formal title.
The third Advisor was Rallumi, she was old, wise, a giver of unexpected advice. But a woman to be trusted implicitly.
"And if I refuse?" Triu repeated, anger infecting his words.