Kai stood frozen beside Dionar, his body trembling slightly. He didn't understand why the old man seemed to be pushing him into the abyss of darkness. Why was he being cornered? Wasn't it Dionar who had forced him to come here?
He looked around but didn't dare glance at Sylas. It was clear the young king was angry. Kai wanted to disappear. The stares of the people were sharp, as if they were waiting for him to be humiliated.
Dionar's grip on his arm was still strong, while a smug smile stayed on his face, as if he had successfully trapped a wild animal to parade in front of everyone.
The ballroom was silent, all eyes now fixed on Sylas as he stepped forward. The young king's clothes sparkled under the chandeliers, his face calm but difficult to read. The music had stopped, and the silence felt heavy and tense.
Everyone wondered what was really happening.
