You're thrown to your knees, the bag is taken off your head and you're face to face with the king himself. He sits upon his throne elevated from where you are, and you feel his gaze on you. His musketeers stand on the balconies holding their muskets ready if you do something So you're the one who's been trespassing on palace grounds, who are you and explain yourself. He commands, his voice booming like thunder in the great halls
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