The declaration of Novalian Martial Law

Outside the courtroom, she held Aris's shoulders.

"Do not show them your true emotion, conceal everything under your garb. Do not stare at your father or me or uncle Ty. Do you hear me?"

"Aunt I'm scared."

Though technically he's way older than she was, but she has to be the support that he needed.

"Inhale deeply."

She suggested, while still holding his shoulder.

"Now let it out."

Aris couldn't do that. Instead, he hyperventilated.

"We're here, we won't let you down, trust me."

"Can't you do it? you're my uncle's spouse."

"Honey, we've practiced this already, relax."

He inhaled and released air one more time.

"Let's go, time is running out."