I was standing in the middle of a grand hall, surrounded by a sea of people who had gathered to hear the King's announcement. My heart was pounding like a drum in my chest, as the anticipation in the air was palpable. The King was standing on a raised platform at the front of the hall, flanked by his advisors, and he looked every bit the regal figure he was.
I could feel the weight of the crowd's collective gaze on me, making me feel uneasy and exposed. As I looked around the room, looking for a familiar pair of eyes that could calm my nerves, my eyes met with Prince Killian's. He was standing near the back of the room, his gaze fixed on me. I couldn't read his expression, and it only added to my growing anxiety.
