It wasn't a duel but an actual attack, Cedric's Knights mobilized before the king even gave out the command. A Wanderer was always bad news. The audience was scared and confused about whether this was still a duel or not.
Luckily, there was a strong barrier preventing whatever monstrosity from reaching them. "What is going on?" Bernice asked her mother, fear creeping into her heart at the sight of the monster.
Eleanor's face was still as dignified as always. "If he is the demon, as they all say, this is nothing." Eleanor shrugged. Bernice nervously stared at Cedric. They weren't particularly close but they had no ill feelings for each other.
Back at the palace, Abrielle, who was asleep, frowned in her sleep, sensing something wrong. A single crack appeared on the glass jar that contained the single rose.
Callista's face was filled with worry. She has no idea Cedric had a cheesy smile on his face. "Let's get this over with."
