Courtroom part-2
The atmosphere in the court room was little disturbed. Augusta was standing there ready to settle this matter today. She has come this far and eliminate her biggest hurdle now she won't stop.
"Excuse me my lady. We can't pass the throne to any in-name princess just because she is the granddaughter of the queen." Loud words echoed from the far end of the room. The speaker was a shabby man looked like he was in his mid-thirties. He's loos robe and unkempt hair made him stood out from the other people present in the courtroom.
He was Ignatius Rathmore. A sly old man who was working for the royal court about a century. And yes you can not say he's actual age by he's appearance.
Soon the man came forward and stood beside Owen. He's lips were twisted in a sly smile.
Augusta was fuming mad at his words.
"What do you mean by in-name princess. Princess Rosalie is chosen one. And she has every right to sit on the throne."