Far yells and cheering disturbed the tense silence, the dark room faintly illuminated by the weak light of a candle, while the ambar rays bathed my side I got dressed up, a black suit with golden ornaments which were easily eclipsed by a crimson coat of arms portraying three claws representing the three great families and founders of this kingdom, a coat of arms representing our nation's pride embedded on my chest, -that attire suits you perfectly master, the contrasts of black, golden and crimson enhance your presence sir- spoke an old man in butlker suit, he is the man that raised me ever since my mom's passing -thanks Dimitry- suddenly someone knocked on the door.-You are next!- I sighed steadying myself, I hesitantly walked to the door, my throat closing with every passing second, and my palms sweat more with every step I took, as my heartbeats rose the color of my face faded and as I was about to get hold of the doorknob a warmth enveloped my hand, it was Dimitry, -What are y...?-, -shh master, relax... if you can't trust in you then trust in your hard work and if you can't trust in that either then at least trust in me, trust in the trust I place upon you, trust in my words... there is no one worthier of the throne- I can't describe the mixture of happiness, pride, embarrassment, and melancholy that followed and engulfed my very being, to hear such words from the man who looked out for me since my father discarded me like a defective sword, to hear such words from the man I consider my mentor, my teacher, my guide and my dad; to hear such words from the man who watched me struggle, cry and yell through all these hardships and never left my side, after a moment of shock I finally withdrew my hand and pulled Dimitry into a tight warm hug, -Master you shouldn't treat your elders like sacks of grain, Kids nowadays...- he protested but all I could was chuckle into the hug, with that I finally placed my hand on the doorknob, and with a subtle nod I opened the door.As we left the room we walked down a dark corridor seeking the light coming from the arena, the light of destiny, "just you wait Mom, Dimitry... I will prove you weren't wrong for trusting me, I will prove everyone we are more than what they think" as we finally reached the arena's entrance I looked around noticing the multiple spectators scattered in groups in the terraces, everyone is here, the elder's council, the heads and heirs of the noble families and the great marshals of the kingdom but the most important, the most disruptive one in both appearance and aura among them all the king, he was sitting on his throne, his muscular body a wide contrast with his wife's slim figure, unlike the queen's gentle delicate features the king's face was rough and intimidating, his long crimson hair demanding attention as his vast beard condensed his authority "I will prove you wrong...Father" And so with this, my performance of the succession ritual starts.
