“Nicholas Klaus Santos, as the Crown Prince and heir to the throne, please step forward to claim your crown.”
Nick stepped ahead, his chin lifted proudly.
“As the incoming King of our Realm, you must be prepared to face any challengers to your throne. I put forward to the people here today, is there anyone who wishes to challenge our incoming king for his throne in a magic battle?”
Grier hadn’t been made aware this question was going to be asked, and she looked around in alarm. What surprised her was the cocky look on Nick’s face as he turned his head to look at the group of people as if daring them to try. His expression was mischievous and taunting as his gaze met a trio of people in the far corner of the third row and they shrunk back and looked to the floor. The silence was telling.
