Chapter 120

In Volantis, the triarchs were re-elected every year, and only the nobility had the right to run or to vote. In other words, the seat went to whomever could secure it, by whatever means necessary.

As a once-prominent incumbent who had once lowered himself to beg for votes, Nyessos could read the political winds perfectly well. What he could not stomach was being humiliated by a barbarian khal while holding the title of triarch.

A man who had grown used to strutting about unrestrained finds it hard to adjust when he is suddenly treated like a stable-boy. But now Nyessos had adjusted—because survival outweighed pride.