Chapter 142
MAGNAR’S POV
The sharp, deliberate clap of Queen Riven echoed through the arena, cutting through the lingering silence that had settled after my response.
The moment my father turned on his heel and walked away, she descended from her throne, her crimson cloak flowing behind her.
I straightened my stance.
She stopped before me, her piercing gaze steady, unwavering. Despite her small frame compared to the towering Alphas around her, she commanded the space effortlessly. She was the queen after all.
This wasn’t just approval.
She had something more to say.
Something more to test at least that’s what I thought.
"You spoke well, Magnar," she said, her voice carrying across the arena. "But I have one more question for you. I guess, I could add some of my own flavor at these trials, can I?"
I felt a shift in the atmosphere. She made it look like she was giving me a chance by not giving me a chance to back out from her questions.
The tension thickened.
Even the other Alphas, warriors, and pac

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