The next day, after lunch, the trial would take place.
The room for the judgment was huge, as was everything inside the Castle. The King, of course, was sitting on the high platform, on a throne. Not as great as the one in the throne room, but yet, it was magnificent. All made in gold and precious gems. Right on top, a huge Ruby.
He seemed to be bred to death. His face was gloomy and his lips even downwards, He rested his chin on his hand, while everything was being prepared.
The king was a huge Lycan, bigger than the rest. Faolán, as strong as he was, as tall as he was, didn't reach the King's height. When he married the Queen, he was the dream of every girl in the pack. The Queen was the daughter of another King, the last pure single female of their kind. So, now, if the King was to marry again and have an heir, that child would have mixed blood, no matter what.
