It's the evening of the same day, I learned about the attack on my father and my two secret Guardians. I'm pacing around one of the empty cells in the depths of the Amphitheatre. It's late, way past the curfew, but Eros convinced me, this was necessary.
»Stop worrying, they'll come,« he tells me after a few minutes of silently watching my nerves get the best of me. I keep nibbing at my lower lip. Eros convinced me to call together all the members of The Royal Council Of Juniors, to tell them about the attack on my father.
The Royal Council Of Juniors was the less important version of The Royal Council, a group consisting of the highest ranking nobles, one from each Royal family. My father was its leader, whereas I was considered the leader of The Royal Council Of Juniors. The members of
