Ravenfell Arena, Northern Quarter.
The people of Saratoga prepared a brief ceremony right before the final duel of the Grand Magus Tournament took place.
It was presided over by none other than the representative of the Acadian royal family.
A middle-aged man with dark brown hair, streaked with silver at the temples, calmly walked through the arena with a gentle smile on his face.
Faced with the applause and adoration of the people in the crowd, he waved at them in a friendly manner. His striking blue eyes swept over their faces, enveloping them with warmth.
These were the people of his land. These were the people he would one day rule over.
Clad in white robes accentuated by golden embroidery, Cedric Acadia walked toward the small podium at the center of the arena. His white mantle trailed behind him, and the sun caught the gleam of his silver circlet.
