In the distance, Arcturus stood with a wide smile on his face, his eyes gleaming with barely contained excitement. Behind him, rows upon rows of cadets, both eastern and captured western, had gathered in loose, disorganized lines. None of them wore even a shred of armor, especially the eastern cadets.
Even the western Prime, Rhaena Kharadun, stood among them with a dark expression. The bruises from her battle with Arcturus the previous night were still visible across her face, leaving little doubt as to how their confrontation had ended.
She'd lost.
And now, just like the rest of the western cadets, she had no choice but to answer to the new Prime, Arcturus.
Yet even she wore no armor, nor did she carry a weapon.
