The long presidential convoy, shiny and awe-striking, finally arrived at the venue.
Citizens were lined up at the gate in their hundreds, waving and trying to see through the tinted glasses of the fast cars.
The stadium, one of the biggest in Yin, was packed full. People in their thousands were gathered to watch their most beloved member of the presidential family get appointed over one of the most crucial ministries the country needed after so many years of war.
“Ready?” Steffan turned to Racheal in the car.
She looked at him, and the incident of the chicken blood came back to her. Since that time, she had a huge fear of crowds, and this was the largest she had seen.
Steffan took both her hands in his.
“There is no need to be scared, just don’t let go of my hand. No one can bre
