The Prime Minister's frown deepened. His eyes lingered on Nnenna, studying her, weighing her. The silence stretched until, at last, he rose from his high seat.
Murmurs stirred as he descended the steps, each measured footstep echoing through the hall. Nobody could tell what he intended until he stopped before Nnenna.
And then, he bowed.
"Your Highness," he said, voice steady but filled with respect. "I am but a humble servant, the Prime Minister, at your service. Forgive me for not recognizing you sooner."
Slowly, he raised his arm and pointed toward the highest seat, the very one he had occupied moments ago. "If you please, take your rightful place and preside over this trial."
The Prime Minister's move shocked everyone. Murmurs burst out, confusion rippling through the chamber.
