Chapter 207

The day Amabel Taelin was sworn in as the King of Prophis, was also the day he became a man at only fourteen. He was tall for his age, standing at six foot two and towering over his mother and lords alikes. Because he was tall, he knew he had to act like a man grown instead of a child, to which he did. 

The arena was packed with people and they screamed for Prince Ambrose to be punished, they needed his head. The young man whose family was robbed off their food and animals as Prince Ambrose's army passed through, attended the execution and he made sure to stand at the front. 

Five guards entered the main stage of the arena dressed in their armors and steel helmets while dragging Prince Ambrose by his hands. The once glorious prince looked like a beggar now, his grey robe made of wool had turned brown and it was clinging off his bones. His hairs were full of lice, and his legs filled with black dirt from the dungeons.