Ajak lounges on his throne, swirling the blood-coloured wine in his goblet. The smell of Jasmine filling his throne room his servants and worshipers scurry around in silence, in fear. Everyone has secrets, but not everyone wants their secrets out. It's best to stay silent so you don't risk losing your tongue. So you don't risk being silent for the rest of your life. Ajak watches his pathetic excuse for an 'amuser' will bored, dull eyes.
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