The verdict of the council weighed heavily on Maedor's mind and for a long moment, Maedor could neither react nor respond.
It was as though time had come to a sand still and Maedor was frozen in the moment, unable to get his senses straight and properly understand what was being said.
It was past sunset and the cool breeze fluttering past carried with it dried leaves that brushed against Maedor's face, yet Maedor barely took notice of it.
Instead the words of the council replayed in his head over and over again, like an unending mantra, shaking him to the core.
Uncrowned? Severed ties? Banished? It was one dreadful sentence after the other.
Maedor had anticipated a harsh punishment, he had known the verdict would be difficult to accept but this? This was cruelty...
Not only was he dissociated from the royal family... from his family, he was not allowed to step foot on any elven territory for an entire century
