I wonder what kind of ceremony that leaders of the past experienced. I had catered for some military turnovers and there was lot of ceremony and fanfare. Long speeches that people dozed off to.
In the kitchen, the staff would be running around to get everything ready for the feast to come, not worried at all about the outcome of the turnover because in the end, it wasn't our leader.
But for the people of Moanchan, I could sense the sincerity in the air. A question that has long since gone without an answer.
But today, my family would be the ones to dictate what kind of lives the people of this place would live. A reign over the manipulative but experienced Tris or the kind, thoughtful, but inexperienced Eomi.
Since we already knew the answer to that question, we weren't worried, but I could see the hesitancy in the faces of the people. Fear when they muttered of Tris, hope when they whispered of Eomi.
