“I cut off his head. The blade was dull.” I was not surprised by his choice of weapon or the brutal way in which he’d chosen to execute the former king of Revekka, and because of the last two days, I had no trouble imagining him hacking away at Dragos’s neck until his head rolled. “And I kept it on a pike outside the gates where our treasonous dead are now. His body lay beneath it, and it was picked apart until it was nothing more than bones.” “And the bones?” I had not imagined he would give Dragos the satisfaction of a burial in any form. “Look closer at my throne the next time we hold
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