Pleard's deep voice echoed across the arena as he called, "Second Prince Rein De Luther, step forward and make your choice."
Rein walked steadily toward the stage, his long cloak swaying lightly behind him. His followers stood close to him.Their faces were calm yet serious.
Kael's eyes drifted to Adele among Rein's group, her sharp gaze locked forward, her expression unreadable.
His lips curled as he whispered to himself,
'Please don't let us end up on the same side. For god sake, no matter what, I can't ally myself with that woman.'
He exhaled slowly, trying to ease the heaviness in his chest.
Beside him, Martina was watching Rein carefully, her eyes narrowed as if trying to read deeper into every detail. Kael turned toward her. "Your Highness, are the Crown Games always held like this?" His tone was steady, but curiosity edged his words.
Martina gave a small nod. "Yes."
Kael kept his gaze on the stage. "Then what was the last event about?"
