Chapter 8 - Marching on the Throne Room

With Chancellor Vane bound in heavy iron chains and handed over to the honest guard captains who had long awaited this day, Kaelen walked through the grand double doors of the ancient throne room.
The massive hall was lined with the statues of past kings and queens—rulers who had built Oakhaven on honor, strength, and compassion. As Kaelen walked down the long carpet, the heavy bronze necklace around his neck grew warm and steady against his chest, its magical glow softening into a warm, comforting amber light.
Senior magistrates, noble houses, and common delegates crowded into the throne hall, whispering in awe. They had witnessed the miraculous events in the arena; they had seen how the fiercest beast in the kingdom recognized its true sovereign.
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The Lord Commander of the Royal Guard stepped forward, unbuckled his ceremonial sword, and knelt before Kaelen, resting the blade flat across his palms.
"We waited twenty long years in the dark, Your Majesty," the Commander said, his voice thick with emotion. "Welcome home."