Dallas’ p.o.v.
We are back in the Throne room and the air is buzzing with whispered words.
Why are we here? What will happen today? Why do those Elders look angry? Those are some of the questions that float through the air, but no one can figure out the answers.
“Quiet down, please.” Uncle Vaughn says after he has gotten out of his seat. It takes a few seconds for the room to go quiet and I take a look around the room, looking at everyone present.
“I have asked all of you to gather here for a trial.” Uncle Vaughn says and the room erupts in murmurs again. He gives them time to settle down again, but it seems that it is very difficult for them to keep their mouths shut.
“My Grandfather had to take over the Throne rather unexpectedly and hadn't finished his training yet. Three Elders d
