Chapter 30: Scapegoat
The grand throne hall stood empty, except for Ethan and the princess. Torches burned along the walls, casting dancing shadows over the stone columns. Ethan observed the place like someone studying a painting, every space, every royal symbol, all about to be redrawn in his own image.
"Today, we take the next step," he said, his voice low but firm.
The princess crossed her arms, her gaze still carrying something between defiance and curiosity. "I imagine you didn’t bring me here just to talk."
"No," Ethan admitted, the corner of his mouth lifting in a faint smile. "My victory was already secured, so I summoned members of my cult beforehand. They should arrive any moment now."
She raised an eyebrow. "In the throne hall?"
"Exactly."
The doors opened, the sound echoing through the stone walls. Three figures wearing robes marked with the emblem of Aurelia approached, their steps sure and reverent. A middle-aged man with a calculating gaze, a young priestess with a serene expression, and an imposing warrior, each carrying a symbol of their faith.
"Welcome to the heart of the kingdom," Ethan said, stepping forward, the sound of his shoes echoing in the silent hall. "The newest ally of the church of Aurelia."
The young priestess knelt, pressing her forehead to the stone floor. "Herald of Aurelia, we are ready."
The princess blinked, surprised. "Herald?" The word slipped out tinged with doubt, but Ethan didn’t give her time to ask more.
"Yes," he replied, looking directly at her. "I am the bearer of Aurelia’s will. Her voice in this world. But beyond that, here, I am the one who decides how that will is fulfilled."