fuckhead’s rebellion is at an end. The scumbags who fought with him .. locked in chains .. “The awaiting transfer to the mines ... “ Digging out the wealth from the earth .. that had brought these invaders over the passes and crushed a wealthy peace-loving people. where they will repay their king for their insurrection. For the rest of their miserable lives .. “.. “ Yannuck felt a knot at the pit of his stomach. His devoted soldiers. Faithful. Fiercely loyal. Driven underground. Never again to see the light of day. Life expectancy short no doubt. His heart gave a lurch. But his demeanour gave no sign. His people saw him stood proud, chest high, his muscled belly drawn in. An object lesson in courage. Standing up to the enemy .. in the face of death. Just the way his people expected him to be. such leniency for ringleaders ..” “No The captain’s arm flicked over at Yannuck spread between the uprights., Dismissively. king has condemned him to death “Your …” YOUR KING. Not one person in this square thought of the tyrant as that. AND if he had expected … a reaction from the crowd .. if the captain had thought the people were going to show shock at the sentence .. he was disappointed. They were frozen by the horror presented to their eyes. Numbed by the sight. The end of life as they knew it. There was no going back from this. Yannuck felt his failure deeply. He had let them down. But Yannuck felt an obligation too. To his pride. As a member of his royal family. But more to his people. This was not the end. He’d stand up to them as long as he could still draw breathe. Oppression could never be the end. ∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞ Blacksmith Constance/ Todd Sanfield Caption He stood out from the crowd, picked out from the crowd. For all his size .. looking nervous .. what had he done? Reprisals .. .that what this was about? Yannuck swore .. the bastards!
“The fuckhead’s rebellion is at an end. The scumbags who fought with him .. locked in chains .. awaiting transfer to the mines ... “ Digging out the wealth from the earth .. that had brought these invaders over the passes and crushed a wealthy peace-loving people. “.. where they will repay their king for their insurrection. For the rest of their miserable lives .. “ Yannuck felt a knot at the pit of his stomach. His devoted soldiers. Faithful. Fiercely loyal. Driven underground. Never again to see the light of day. Life expectancy short no doubt. His heart gave a lurch. But his demeanour gave no sign. His people saw him stood proud, chest high, his muscled belly drawn in. An object lesson in courage. Standing up to the enemy .. in the face of death. Just the way his people expected him to be. “No such leniency for ringleaders ..” The captain’s arm flicked over at Yannuck spread between the uprights., Dismissively. “Your king has condemned him to death …” YOUR KING. Not one person in this square thought of the tyrant as that. AND … if he had expected a reaction from the crowd .. if the captain had thought the people were going to show shock at the sentence .. he was disappointed. They were frozen by the horror presented to their eyes. Numbed by the sight. The end of life as they knew it. There was no going back from this. Yannuck felt his failure deeply. He had let them down. But Yannuck felt an obligation too. To his pride. As a member of his royal family. But more to his people. This was not the end. He’d stand up to them as long as he could still draw breathe. Oppression could never be the end. ∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞ Blacksmith Constance/ Todd Sanfield Caption He stood out from the crowd, picked out from the crowd. For all his size .. looking nervous .. what had he done? Reprisals .. .that what this was about? Yannuck swore .. the bastards!
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