Chapter 24. The Shrewdest

Every minute that passed created an intensifying tension and anxiety for everyone in the room. Only Dillion was in the room together with the candidates.

Tamara’s fingers were fidgeting with too much nervousness.

Although, her mother taught her about the poem — she must not feel comfortable, for what if it was just her own interpretation of the poem? What if it wasn’t the exact answer that they were looking for? What if she failed this round?

Everyone has their own meaning to every literature that depends on their point of view.

A loud creak of the open door resounded in the entire room, which made every one’s gaze move towards it.

Tamara’s heartbeat faster as she saw the king, the Were Elders’ Council, and Arlan enter the study room. Her hands turned cold as she clenched them firmly, and then unclenched them loosely — again and again to ease her anxiousness.

Her gaze never left them until they sat in their designated seat.

She gently bit he