The amphitheatre was already loud long before the Trial was set to begin.
People packed the stands shoulder-to-shoulder, leaning over railings and talking excitedly amongst themselves. Flags bearing the royal insignia fluttered in the wind. Children climbed onto the backs of elders to get a better view. Knights and nobles took their seats with practiced dignity, yet even they could not fully hide their anticipation.
Miri had arrived early, choosing a place close enough to view the arena clearly. From her vantage point, she could see the tides of spectators holding banners bearing Eric's name. Their cheers rose every time someone even hinted at the Prince's arrival.
Watching that unconditioned love — that genuine belief in him — warmed her heart.
Eric would make a great king.
She glanced toward the entrance reserved for the Marquis and the Princes, but none had not appeared yet.
