Chapter 115: Worth
Ramires shot up from his seat so fast that his chair clattered backward behind him.
"What's he doing?! This is against the rules!" he shouted, voice sharp with panic.
But before he could signal for guards or officials to intervene, another voice, steady, calm, unshaken, cut through the air.
"Let him," said Damion.
The words landed like a hammer.
King Aramir, Richard Neville, Magma Rodelyan, even Soul's Mirror, every official turned toward the prince.
A flicker of confusion crossed their faces. But none of them spoke.
Down below, Dune shoved Raves' sword aside like swatting away an annoying insect.
Then he turned, not to the arena officials, not to the audience.
But to Ned.
He bent slightly at the waist, bowing low.