Bab 65: Chapter 65

He stood in the crowded throne room the next day, battered, sore, and nearly as anxious as he had been before his first fight—a fight that had ended with the blood of four dead men on his hands, and his closest comrade at the time short half his right arm.

The only thing really making him feel remotely positive right then was his clothing: dark jewel teal with white and silver accents, and a black sash embroidered with silver fish.

"Welcome to your final challenge, my lords," Adnan said, and the last dregs of chatter in the room faded. "I know we are all eager to come to the end of the matter, so I will not delay. Normally the victor of the previous challenge would go first, but I feel in this case Lord Teia's fiancé should have the right to go first. Lord Tishasanti, how do you prove your devotion to Lord Teia?"