"I present to you all, Victoria Everhart of Elveria!"
There was no cheer, or applauds...only murmurs, glares being directed at her and hushed whispers as she went towards the center of the arena.
Victoria stood in the center of the arena, the rough dirt ground stretching endlessly beneath her feet. The stadium, now eerily silent, felt like an immense void swallowing her whole. Thousands of eyes were locked on her, their anticipation and judgment hanging heavily in the humid air. The weight was suffocating. It wasn't just the people of Alcazar who were watching—it was her people, her kingdom, her allies and enemies alike. And Alvar.
