The day had finally arrived. Nero was stationed several meters below the stage of which the prince was about to deliver his speech.
The beginning of the ceremony was quick. He took the oath, was blessed by the priests, had his father, the king officially recognized him as the official crown prince, and it was about time for Mordros to make his speech.
There was a break after the first few parts of the ceremony. The only thing left was for Mordros to make his speech. It wasn't the last part of the ceremony, but it was going to be the last moment for him.
Mordros took a deep breath as he turned his head towards the middle of the stage where there was a faint outline of a trapdoor.
"It's time, Mordros."
Mordros turned and besides him was his sister, Anastasia. She had an Altima sword which was in the form of a rapier, strapped to her waist.
Mordros looked back at the stage and at Anastasia. He rubbed the side of his head before standing up.
