Adia stood beside him, looking over at the platform. This was where all forms of public executions were held, city meetings, announcements, and it was used as a stage when not in some more important use. Indeed, this platform never stayed empty for long.<br/><br/>There was a hush as the Tzar and his heir cleared a way through the crowd.  They both took places on the platform, looking regal in all their official garb. The crowd went silent as they waited for the news. It had to be serious, if the Tzar was there.<br/><br/>That same idolized leader was old, all but ancient. He was wrinkled, crows feet at the corners of his eyes, his face dark and wizened. He was pale, almost as if ill. It was well known that Cadar, the heir to the throne had really been the one running Kyrshia for years. Cadar was in his late forties, early fifties, or thereabouts. He was old enough to be respected, and young enough to be sprightly.