Mircea closely watched King Kirill and Carsten who were perched upon the chairs next to the throne that belonged to her. Their eyes held fire like every other person down in the herd. To Mircea's surprise even Faustina had a satisfactory glint in her eyes.
Jerome and Vita were being freed from their shackles, each were handed a sword to defend themselves. Alejandro and Mikel were wearing the metallic protection, Mikel had taken two swords-one in each hand whilst Alejandro unsheathed his one precious sword. Mircea had never seen a sword like Alejandro's-the length of it was longer than her hair, it seemed to be made of pure cutting silver.
From her side eye, she saw Athos gawking at Alejandro's sword. "I wonder where he got that sword made." He admired openly, "It is a sword worth selling your soul for." Mircea stood by his admiration. Athos absentmindedly nodded his head at her.