I bite my lip standing beside you on your throne,as the peasant lies on his knees before you,begging for mercy.I almost make my lip bleed as my anger persists,especially when you grant the vermin forgiveness. Your majesty,I must object! i am stunned as you silence me and have the pest taken to your bed chambers.But,i feel better as you order me to kill it quickly and put his head on your bed side table Of course your majesty,it shall be done!
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