Lance proceeded to walk in front of the platform, his head held high with pride and his fists clenched tightly in nervousness. His thoughts weren't as collected as he had hoped and he was having a hard time composing himself.
What if they don't want me now? He thought. What if they decided to not have me as their prince anymore?
Lance forcefully shoved all the negative thoughts away as he finished revealing his identity. The crowd gasped, seeing their once bright-looking prince gloom with dread.
"Prince Lance, we will now hear your side," the Holy Crow said. "Explain everything and then we will judge."
"We?" Lance tilted his head.
Another carriage came, a man with a dark gray robe and is carrying a scepter walked towards the Holy Crow. He was wearing a diamond-shaped hat with a large black X-shaped crystal in his back.
"What's the Raven Justice doing here now?"
"What in the hell is happening?"
"Did he come with the Holy Crow?"
