Lyria found herself standing very close to the door. She realized she was unsure if the arena doors opening signaled the start of the fighting or if they would proceed in a more orderly fashion into the arena first. She turned to ask Sirre Firesell, but before she could spot him, the doors began to open, two Omegas laboring to push them wide for the contestants to pass through.
No one seemed to know what to do, and they exchanged nervous glances. Then, absent other instructions, the girls all streamed politely through the doors, emerging out into the chilly sunlight together.
Lyria blinked the sunlight back, her eyes adjusting, and then glanced around. The King, she saw, sat in the highest seat, in a box away from other spectators. Her gaze lingered on him, and unless she very much imag
