From the nobles to the young participants, all of them couldn't believe their eyes.
They knew that the king had still not given up the throne and announced his heir. Then the fleeting thought that came to everybody's mind, that this was the son of king Edgar, was discarded instantly.
Since no one other then the king could have the audacity to adorn that crown on his head.
Edgar passed through the shocked crowd with a wide grin plastered on his face, enjoying the reactions he was receiving.
With Cahill and Vorthane at his side, Edgar comfortably seated on the throne. He scanned the crowd with a constant smile.
Seeing them still in shock, he chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. After he had enjoyed the mood of the hall enough, he then started addressing the party.
"I know you all are quite surprised right now. Where has the old king gone? How did I turn young? Well…I would have had the same questions troubling me if I was in your place."
