The Weight of Trust
The mans voice was really loud in the hall. It was, like a bell ringing out. The quiet hall was filled with the sound of his voice. His voice cut through the hall like a soft bell.
"Ronan."
The name did not just echo it settled in the air feeling warm and heavy. It was like the whole room was holding its breath. People stopped talking. The courtiers turned around to look. Even the guards who were standing along the walls moved their weight from one foot to the other as every single person looked at the man who was standing between the big marble pillars. The name was still, in the air. It seemed to be pulling everyones attention to the older man.
Ronan straightened up away.
