(Amaia)
"Next we have participants from the State of Orion," Gaslne turns towards us with that phoney smile of hers.
"We won't be bowing, just stand behind me and give your names," Alnilam calmly says, standing up all majestic and upright.
I love this quality about Alnilam—he fears no one.
We nod and follow him. He has already trained us on how to present ourselves.
Heat seeps into my cheeks as every eye in the hall trails us. Alnitak remains on my right side while Mintaka is on my left.
Kacir and Rahria are just behind me while Alnilam is in front.
He halts a few feet away from the grand table of the kings. All five of us line up behind Alnilam.
I notice, none of the kings have their mates/queens beside them. It does make me wonder why it's like that. They are the strongest men of our world and yet I don't feel intimidated by them. Their sharp gazes waver to all of us, assessing and judging.
