Chapter 51: Jorgklusburg
In the stands, Princess Sibylla, wearing a small, exquisite golden coronet, sat beside Queen Mother Agnes. Beneath her veil, her expression was somewhat complex, showing no excitement whatsoever that two nobles were about to duel for her pursuit.
Admittedly, she had instigated this duel, but that was merely a minor side effect of her attempt to take control of her own destiny. She had never imagined Lothar would actually refuse the olive branch she extended, and instead pass it on to Balian.
To her, what difference was there between Balian and Guy? She didn't object, but she held little expectation either, because as a princess, her marriage had never been her own to decide.
She looked towards Lothar, who sat with Baron Godfrey, his bearing imposing and spirited. Her eyes felt as if pricked, and she subconsciously clenched her fists. "Mother, this Knight Lothar, isn't he just a knight without a fief? Where did he get such an elite army to serve him?"
