Collin stayed in the shadows. They have always felt safe, and secretive. He looked over the crowd.
"Sad and pathetic, " he thought, "How can all these people feel this way? He almost saved everyone and yet they ridicule him." Collin sighed and turned to leave as Trystann reached the stage. He knew what would happen. Draste knew what would happen. Trystann, the so-called assassin, knew it too.
Even the King, a tyrant, knew.
He looked up at Draste. She had already shot a silent arrow at a guard.
"How can no one notice a death?" he wondered as he shoved through the crowd. "Even the children. Has this one king brainwashed them all in the course of a few years?"
Of course, it hadn't really been a few years.