Arthur stepped forward into the center of the arena with calm, measured steps.
His boots made soft sounds against the stone floor. Everyone's attention shifted to him immediately. Heads turned.
Conversations stopped mid-sentence. His presence commanded the space despite his calm demeanor. There was something about the way he moved that demanded focus.
"I have an offer for all of you," Arthur said. His voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly to every corner of the sealed arena.
The words reached everyone without him needing to shout. The authority in his tone made even the sect leaders stop their panicked whispers. They went silent and listened.
The rebels looked at him warily. Their eyes showed suspicion and fear. What could the prince possibly offer them now? They were already trapped. Already defeated. What deal could exist in this situation?
