“Objection! Speaking ill of the accused!” Count Elara shouts, standing up from his seat. He is defending his son, and I can barely prevent myself from rolling my eyes. We’ve barely even started, and he is already causing trouble. This trial will never end, if he won’t keep his mouth shut, when it isn’t his turn to speak.
The judge sends a stern look in the Count’s direction, saying: “Objection denied! Prosecutor, please continue.” I breathe out in relief. At least the judge sees through this.
“Thank you,” father tells the judge, before turning back to Eros. “Prince Callisto, do I need to repeat the question?” he asks.
“It won’t be necessary, but thank you for your concern,” my bonded responds, his eyes scanning the crowd as he prepares his answer. I truly admire him for the way
