The murmurs in the amphitheatre swelled like a rising tide.
Some nobles whispered heatedly behind embroidered fans, some commoners sat forward with gleaming eyes, and Carlos stood stiff as stone—shoulders locked, jaw clenched.
Davian was still stunned knowing that his father was actually acting as a judge for these Trials, he had no idea. When his father suddenly announced that he was coming to see the Trials Davian thought that maybe it was because he couldn't miss a good show but to think he was actually the judge.
"Mother," Davian whispered leaning closer to Lady Dahlia, she leaned over to his side.
"Did you know about this?" He asked in a low voice.
But before Lady Dahlia could answer Grand Duke spoke himself.
"Marquis Ocean asked me to keep it a secret and it was also the royal decree to to disclose the information so, I couldn't tell you."
Davian and Dahlia exchanged glances before settling in their seats.
