Elara's pov
"When do you propose holding this town hall?" Corvus asked, already reaching for paper to make notes.
"Two days from now." I'd thought about this on the walk over. "Give us time to prepare, time for word to spread through every district. And hold it somewhere public, somewhere accessible. Not in the palace where people feel intimidated and out of place."
I moved back to the map, pointing at a large open area near the center of the city.
"The old market square. It's large enough for crowds, central enough that people from all districts can reach it without traveling too far. And it's neutral ground, not royal property, not associated with the crown. Just a place where people gather."
"And you would personally attend?" Lord Petrov's tone was skeptical, almost mocking. "Listen to hours of complaints and demands from commoners? Stand there while they shout at you about their problems?"
