The mention of the trial drew cheers of joy and excitement across the stadium. The air trembled with shouts and applause.
What a way to begin.
Veydrin against Ruther.
It was absolute cinema.
Edward sat back on his throne with his frail body leaning into the carved seat of power. His tired eyes shifted toward his children who were seated behind him. For a brief moment, a weary smile touched his lips.
He had fathered ten children, yet out of them only three carried his blessings and the strength to stand as heirs. The rest were weak and without value in his eyes.
"Tell me," Edward asked slowly, his voice carrying through the silence. "Who do you think will win this trial?"
"Ruther has the bigger chance," one of them answered with confidence.
"I will choose Veydrin," Cassandra said firmly, her chin raised with pride.
