Cyrus stood near the window of his room, watching the arena area being filled with the audience.
These people were here not to pick sides, not to choose their next king, but to see the potential candidates fight for the throne, a place that should have been his legally, if not for his mother's betrayal.
These people were here to watch an entertaining fight that would become the matter of their gossip over tea for some months, or years, probably a tale for their children.
He even called the Kings from other species to discuss a few things that needed urgent attention, like the sudden rise of suspicious activities in the northern sea.
It was an indication of something big happening in this world that they were all unaware of.
He had sent his invitation to the mage's leader as well, but after their betrayal, mages stopped believing in werewolves or vampires, in fact.
That legendary story that sowed discord between the three species.
