“My king!” the man in the pit cried. “I’m innocent.” The crowd jeered and the guard holding him shoved him to his knees before backing up and bowing to our father. “Who is he?” the Savage King murmured to Lionel. “A thief, Your Highness,” he whispered. “The Rat stole a hundred gold coins from my cousin Benjamin.” Hail scoffed. “Benjamin Acrux is a gambler who has brought plenty of shame on your name, Lionel.” “Be that as it may, the word of a Dragon is worth more than a Rat’s,” Lionel hissed, and my blood burned hotter.
holy shit
