Eric and Carlos left their designated territories on the decided dates, each having received their farewells from the people they had helped before returning to the capital where the masses awaited eagerly to see who won. Although there was no real mystery to it, they knew the Queen wouldn't just take her son's defeat without any resistance.
Everyone had rushed to the amphitheatre where they would get to see the Princes, the Marquis and get to know of what happens next.
The day when the winner would be announced was still about two days away so the people only were around to see if their favorite Prince had returned safe and sound and if they could catch a few gossip about what had happened in both the territories.
The amphitheatre was buzzing with sound while both the Princes were once again in the waiting room. Their guards along with the supervising panel were away.
Eric glanced at Carlos's bandaged arm and head and couldn't help but wonder what happened to him.
