Months later, the event existed.
That, in Zion's opinion, was the first sign that too many dangerous adults had once sat in one room, looked at a bad idea, and instead of killing it properly, had turned it into an international summit with branding, media partners, security coordination, and a title respectable enough to survive public scrutiny.
The official name was the Summit of Heirs and Allied Leadership.
The real name, in several private households across three governments, was Dax's revenge.
No one said that out loud in front of staff, but everyone knew how petty Dax could be.
By the time the first motorcades swept through the secured eastern gates of the royal state complex in Saha, the summit had already acquired the polished, overfunded importance of an event built to signal continuity, prestige, and cooperation while actually functioning as an exquisitely tailored act of political aggression.
There were panel sessions.
