There were whispers in the auditorium, it carried louder than the drums. It was filled with merriment and jubilation.
I didn't know why until my eyes landed on the royal glass thrones and I stopped walking.
There was no place for me to sit.
I should have known
Somehow, I turn around and find Mrs Valois' eyes. She's staring at me in a way that she has never done before. As if I'm a new kind of threat to her, as if she wondered how my scream rounds.
A shiver ran down my spine as I took a step back.
Tyran grabs my arm and shakes his head.
“Tyran, it's fine.”
“It's not.”
They don't want to crown me, I'm not about to force my way into the Throne. Hell, I don't want their f.ucking throne.
A woman in a golden robe walks up to us and gestures for me to follow her.
I take a ste
