Darshan stepped beside his son, voice smooth as silk over steel.
"We propose a tiered model," he said. "Three lines of vehicles, each branded and licensed by the Empire."
He unfurled three banners:
The Royal Series – gilded, ceremonial, fit for parades and pageantry. A symbol of imperial majesty.
The Merchant Line – durable, reliable, modular. Optimized for trade, administration, and overland travel.
The Common Line – simple, rugged, enchantment-ready. Affordable enough to reach every village, mine, and farm.
"All will bear the crest of the Empire," Sharath added, "but with integrity standards guaranteed by House Darsha."
The nobles leaned forward like moths to flame. Prestige, profit, power—without uprising or civil split.
Even Vurell stopped sneering.
King Harilan studied the boy. Then the father.
He saw not a threat—but a future with his stamp on it