With a defiant yet vulnerable demeanor, Aara stood in the middle of the courtroom. An air of expectation filled the room as the weight of the councilors', kings', and princes' combined gazes descended upon her. Her normally assured manner appeared to falter, and a noticeable tremble ran through her body.
The noble councilors observed with a mix of curiosity and skepticism, exchanging glances that conveyed unspoken questions about the unfolding drama. Both King Cyran and King Alfonzo sat imposingly on their thrones, their eyes analyzing the young woman in front of them with enigmatic faces.
Aara's gaze flickered across the assembly, and she noticed Prince Nicolas, the second prince, among the onlookers, whom she admired secretly. His posture exuded calm and composure, a stark contrast to the tumultuous atmosphere in the courtroom.
Meanwhile, the first prince, Adrien, seemed detached, his expression revealing little about his thoughts on the unfolding events.
