Elara peeped through the entrance of the arena again, her eyes moving across the crowd as she searched for Vealor, but she still couldn't find him anywhere.
She had sent someone to inform him the previous day about the coronation, yet at this hour he was still nowhere near the arena. The coronation was supposed to begin soon, and every passing minute was making her more irritated.
The arena was already packed with people who had been forced to attend. Most of them didn't even want to be anywhere near the place, but Vealor's men had made sure no one was given a choice.
They were not fools, and they knew exactly what was happening in Lycoria. As much as many of them hated Arabella and preferred Elara to her, they still loved their king, and for some of them, standing there and watching another man take his throne felt like being disloyal to Enzo.
But what could they do? Enzo was dead anyway.
