The sand under Amelia felt warm, a bit warmer than she would have preferred, as she stood under the scorching sun along with all the Lunas who were participating in the Queen trials.
Her gaze swept over the arena, the crowd cheering for them from the bleachers while someone played a trumpet to announce the arrival of King Cyrus.
Amelia took a deep breath, her gaze meeting Cyrus's for a brief, fleeting second, but it was more than enough for her to know that Grayson's condition was much more stable now.
She turned to the right side of the arena, where Kyle was, just as he had promised her, and a soft smile appeared on her face when he nodded at her before giving her a thumbs up to wish her luck.
It was nerve-wracking. The onlookers appeared more interested in the upcoming bloodbath that was set to occur in this warm soil during the first round of the trials.
