The next day morning, Vesyrn Garcia called for the assembly and Azzy went along with him as one of the Pavilion masters.
He stood there with the Pavilion masters on the right while the six clan leaders stood on the left.
Since the moment he stepped inside the throne hall, Azzy could feel several gazes from the clan leaders, filled with either reverence or envy. He acted as if he didn't see that.
Vesyrn sat on the throne and scanned the room for a moment, before opening his mouth and speaking in his monarch's voice, "You must have already guessed the reason why I called you all here. Azrael Garcia." He called out his son.
Azzy stepped forward and walked until he reached the center of the hall and bowed on one of his knees with his fist on the chest, "Your Majesty."
"Get up"