"Wait, is he challenging someone from that area? I thought that place was only filled with nobles! Is he challenging a noble?"
Hushed whispers swept through the coliseum as the spectators noticed where the prince was aiming his sword. Soon, many recognized the dark-haired girl.
"She's the one with that old man."
"Oh my god, don't tell me he's planning to behead her like the others... What did she do? She's so young."
"This prince is a demon. He's even crueler than his father." The murmurs were low, barely audible to the guards. Despite their quietness, the crowd was united in cursing the king, Ainsworth, and the entire royal family.
"What is the meaning of this?!" Nathan's voice boomed like thunder through the coliseum as he jumped to his feet, glaring down at the prince. If looks could kill, the prince would have died a million times over. Intense flames swirled in Nathan's eyes, his expression twisted in anger.