The Wistful Throne

added blog Literature

2026-08-18 23:36:37 -

The iron taste of blood fills your mouth. It is thick and cold. You spit it onto the white stone floor of the Great Hall. Your hands are trembling. Not from fear. From the sheer, mechanical effort of holding the sword. You are a shield-bearer. A tool. Your body is a vessel for the law. The crowd watches. They do not cheer. They do not boo. They look at you with the hollow, flat eyes of men who...

0 Comments 0 Shares 2 Views 0 Reviews