Rion’s POV
I felt the smirk tug at my lips before I could stop it.
The king was still on the floor.
Chasing his crown.
The great hall felt like it had been frozen in time and was holding its breath, waiting to see what happened next.
No one breathed. The silence was so thick you could have heard a pin drop…or in this case, a crown rolling across marble like it had a personal grudge against dignity.
Shock painted every face. Eyes wide, mouths slightly open, a few nobles clutching their drinks so hard their knuckles went white.
It was as though the shock pinned everyone of them down, chaining their feet to the floor.
Confusion hung heavy in the air and then people started exchanging quick, bewildered glances as if asking each other, “Did that really just happen?”
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