The king sat high above, the throne glistening in the evening’s light. His fingers drummed on the armrest. This little trial was quite unnecessary. His ancestors had their reasons to enslave this bloodline; whyever should he set them free? He sighed. Nonetheless, it was his duty. You have ten minutes to plead your case. He knew that face so well, that distraught little face. He did not like the idea of letting them go so easily.
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