Dia stared at me in amazement, but she quickly masked it with her vexation. "I'm not that surprised. There is a history of a choosing ceremony to determine the monarch if there are two male Alphas."
"Choosing ceremony?"
She nodded. "The royal brothers are Alphas; this makes them the candidates for the line of succession. To determine who is worthy, a choosing ceremony was crucial."
"But Drevon is the eldest. Shouldn't the position have gone to him naturally?"
She shook her head. "No. But the previous monarch broke this sacred tradition and made Drevon Balthar the monarch without it. In his eyes, he was worthy because of the previous monarch's desire to refine us, knowing that, come the end of the long ravaging war, we'll have to adjust. Drevon was suitable for that change."
My eyes trembled at her words. I despised Damon for having such a selfish desire, not knowing its origins. Their Father had no idea what he unleashed with that one simple decision.
