No one was hearing her, at this point, and it was only Joselyn's insistence that was keeping her going.
Never before had the King been disgraced in such a manner.
Never before had he seen defeat and death from this close a distance.
No one knew his thoughts. His eyes were fixed firmly on Vohler, still defiant, and even though the grandeur that he usually commanded was severely diminished in this current form of his, the people of Angaria knew that he would never go so low as to beg for mercy.
So why should they? The pleas stopped, and so did the prayers.
It was as if his eyes which were still filled with the fire of hope and resistance, even at this juncture, had acted like catalysts which made all the people watching stop everything they were doing and look right at him.