*Rion*

The couple of times that I stood before King Xander had been far from pleasant. The first time, I had been shackled to a wall and had been worrying about whether or not I would live to see another day. The second time wasn’t too different from the last, except that I wasn’t in a jail cell, and rather than just worrying for my own life, I was also heavily concerned for the life of my baby sister.

I should have been more confident when I was called to stand ...