You're on your knees, hands cuffed behind your back and blood on your bleak clothes. The king- your old friend, stands before his towering thrown and looks down at you as if you were a mosquito ruining his perfect summer's day. He recognized you for sure, but you couldn't say the same yourself. Even his last name changed. You... I stayed by your side... fought alongside you... starved with you, bled for you, and gave you my trust! But, you come to MY kingdom, to try to take MY head!?
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