"Kneel to your prince. Bow your necks to his sword of justice." Gerald's tone held anticipation, no reluctance at all to view the coming executions.
Kai could only stand, frozen, fingers turning white from the heavy sword that was suddenly thrust upon him.
The weight of watching eyes, of judgement, that's pressing upon him, makes him sweat.
His tormentors brought him here to the Great Throne Room, smiling and nodding to the assembled nobles though they royalty themselves, arms linked behind Kai, as though they were guiding him but in fact actually forcing him.
They forced him to sit to the throne, while Melville stood behind him, one hand resting on his shoulder in a propriety gesture that told all where the real power lay.
The expressions of the courtiers' faces ranges from sullen
