~ NYSSA
The entire room was silent.
Allister turned to the crowd, holding his father's heart in his hands. No one dared to speak, they all stood to their feet and bowed low. I could almost taste the unease in the air and the confusion. We had gone from a celebration to a death in a second.
"I am your king now," Allister said coldly. "If anyone has any objections, you may voice them now."
At first, no one spoke, and then a male stood slowly, his shoulders squared as he faced Allister. "How can we trust a king who killed his father to get the throne? You are not—"
In a flash, Allister was standing next to him. He grabbed the male's head with both hands and twisted. I squeezed my eyes shut as the head came flying off the body.
