Chapter 269: Second Lifetime, Freya. (15)
Nights Later.
Seconoria.
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The grand hall was filled with the clamor of courtiers and nobles, their hushed whispers and muted conversations creating a low hum of anticipation. The torches lining the walls cast flickering shadows, lending an air of solemnity to the gathering. At the head of the room, the king sat upon his ornate throne, his face a mask of stern resolve.
Princess Freya stood to his right, her posture straight and regal, though her heart raced with trepidation. She wore a ceremonial dress of deep crimson, the color of blood and power, a stark contrast to the delicate golden crown resting atop her raven hair. Her eyes, sharp and intelligent, scanned the room, noting the curious and expectant gazes of the assembled nobility.
King Magnus rose from his throne, the room falling into a hush as he raised a hand for silence. His voice, powerful and commanding, echoed through the hall. "Today, I stand before you to announce a decision that will shape the future of our kingdom." silence ensued, "The time has come for Princess Freya to prove herself not just as a capable leader, but as the future ruler of this realm."
Theodore’s heart shattered. Is this it? The reason?
A ripple of murmurs swept through the crowd, eyes darting between the king and the princess. Freya’s heart pounded in her chest, each beat resonating with the weight of her father’s words.
"The neighboring kingdom has threatened our borders, and war is imminent," King Magnus continued, his gaze unwavering. "To demonstrate her capability and strength, Princess Freya will lead our armies into battle. If she returns victorious, she will be crowned as the new king of this realm."
Freya’s breath caught in her throat, her mind reeling. The enormity of the task laid upon her shoulders threatened to crush her, but she forced herself to remain composed. She glanced at Theodore, her loyal knight, who stood near the edge of the dais. His face was a mask of barely controlled rage and shock, his fists clenched at his sides.
Theodore’s mind raced with objections, his protective instincts screaming at him to protest. But he knew better than to defy the king publicly. Instead, he locked eyes with Freya, silently conveying his support and determination. They would find a way to face this challenge together.