A hushed silence descended on the crowd as soon as those words left the tall man's mouth. King Aldric Vermilion had clearly heard those words too. He shifted uncomfortably, his face contorting into a mixture of anger and worry. This was what he feared most!
It had been a long time since Arthur made an appearance, and many people had even forgotten how he looked—only his legend remained. He was loved by the commoners, and his influence was so strong that, if he wanted, he could easily sway public opinion and snatch the throne.
Because of his immense strength, there was virtually nothing Aldric could do if such a situation arose.
For years now, he had stopped worrying about the threat called Arthur, but now that his name was mentioned again... things wouldn't be peaceful anymore.
As if on cue, the arena below became enveloped in hushed, excited whispers, and Aldric's greatest fear came to pass.
