Defiance
The nobles grew restless, conversing amongst themselves. Some looked calm and collected, almost as if they already knew it was bound to happen. As per Kinshearth traditions, should a contender of the crown appear, it would be up to those in attendance to vote on who should be crowned.
"Your Highness, are you sure?" Margaret asked when they moved to the side of the throne room for a short discussion.
Kol and Florin joined them too. All of them were well aware of what the upcoming events meant. It was uncertain if Laina would be able to get the majority of votes.
"Your Highness, perhaps we should regroup and strategize," Florin suggested.
Laina shook her head,"There's no time for that."
"But Your Highness," Florin was insistent, "On the account that you've only recently survived a poisoning attempt at Suun Hall-"