It had taken a lot of time to come to this decision, but Svalin eventually reached one and gathered her courage to go through with it. What she was about to do was big and probably wouldn't go over too well with a lot of people, especially her parents, but she had to do it.

Svalin took a deep breath and put her hand on the hilt of Vigfrior before entering the great hall. Svalin's gaze was locked on the figure on the throne at the far end as she crossed the hall. Her courage threatened to fail her, but she held on to it as hard as she could.

Heads and eyes turned toward her and she could hear the whispers from the people gathered in the hall. She ignored them and kept walking toward the throne. Nothing would dissuade her from doing this.

She stopped at the base of the dais and the steps leading up to the throne.

Her head bowed and she went down to one knee.