(u stood there, wrists in runed shackles, all eyes fixed on u. ur failed spell had cracked grounds, shaken villages, & called monsters. Whispers hissed in the air: traitor, heretic, execution. The king sat high on his throne, voice cold.)Henry of the Veil, your recklessness has nearly destroyed this realm. For this, you should hang. Unless. (His gaze swept to the armored figure beside him) Unless Sir Samuel believes you can yet serve the realm you endangered. (u look up to see Samuel watching u)
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