Ceremony II

I could get on my tiptoes as I scanned the crowd to find the man that interrupted my speech by outrageously laughing, making a mockery out of me. My father is quick to run by my side, glaring at whoever dared foolishly step beyond his warnings. 

The people are also in a state of confusion as they searched for the man whose laughter never died down. And with the help of the beings turning their direction to the sound, we found him. 

In the middle of the dance hall, there's one chair and a man. He wears a black hooded robe to conceal himself. The crowd parted away from him, giving us a good sight of him. He looked down, laughing as he faces the ground.

Guards are already rushing toward him, passing through the crowd of people. The king is enraged by the disrespect. His voice resounded, making me wince, being the closest to him.