Leonaar sighed as he walked towards the throne room. He was dreading this day, even though he and Leona had agreed already of who got the sword. Beside him was his mother, probably the one Leonaar took after most. "Mother I, I'm nervous There's so many people tat came today What if I mess up?" This behaviour was usual for Leonaar around large crowds, he tended to act adorable adn nervous only to get reassured by someone and usually do well. As they came upon his father and twin he smiled. "h-hey Leona, Father." He said with a soft bow.