"You, my people, have suffered at his hands. You, my queen, have borne more pain than anyone else. It is your right to decide his fate."
As Asher's words boomed across the space,
Drakar gurgled weakly, desperately shaking his head as incomprehensible noises spilled from his throat. His pathetic form hunched over, trembling violently under everyone's searing gaze.
The people exchanged grim, determined glances. Whispers began to ripple through the crowd, filled with dark, merciless intentions. Many stepped forward with barely suppressed rage, their expressions twisted in fury and grief. Drakar shuddered uncontrollably, whimpering as he struggled futilely, desperate for escape.
They could easily guess that their king had crippled this draconian dog and stripped him of everything that once gave him the arrogance to proudly call himself a king.
