A terrible droning voice filled the hall. A thousand glaring eyes pierced into his soul. He knelt on the cold marble floor before five hundred people; head bare, his sword held over his head. Only three months before he had bowed in this same hall with the same angry people in attendance. Only last time, they had been celebrating; celebrating his newly earned title of Knight of the Kingdom. But now they gathered for a different purpose. A far more dangerous purpose.
“…Convicted of treason and murder of the king.” The voice above him abruptly finished.
The sword suddenly fell.
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