While the chanting continued to spread, Elora whispered in his ear. "You should make use of this situation. Speak to your people! Imprint your voice in their hearts!"
Erik blinked… and realized he was actually a little nervous. He had spoken in front of crowds before, and well, just take Sigurd's trial back in Kirkenes. But… this time felt different. These people were his first true followers in this fledgeling empire he'd forced his way into.
His first followers as, apparently, the Silver Emperor.
Last time, the people listened to him more because of his mother than because of him. Now, they were there for him. They wanted his words. His leadership.
Still, he wasn't going to run from this. This was what he and Elora had wanted for years. So, he hid his nervosity and steeled his mind. His brows furrowed sternly.
