Sean Renaud
The West Coast Pop
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"Please don't do this! I know you are the true king." Vice Chancellor cried as he was brought before the now God King. "I can aid you! I know the people in ways you do not!"
"I know that your people starve beneath king stefan," he spat the foul words from his mouth, "and that you are here to try to extend his rule." Marco raised one hand. Every soul in attendence felt their bowls clutch as just the difference between his clenched fist and his salute was a atter of life and death.
After a long pause he saluted and then motioned him to the low seats. Those were people who might be allowed to keep their heads and other parts.
Marco stood from the ancient throne of silver and stone and surveyed the goathered people. Most were his own warriors from family or conquest. He had won some of them over and those he hadn't feared his cruelty. That was something he wanted to correct. At least somewhat.
There was a long string of the former Kingsmen who were brought before him and most were allowed to continue. Then came the women, the things they were using to bargain with.
Marco let a tight grin purse his lips as the ladies came forward promising their virginity and how delightful they would be warming his bed. He was mostly entertaining people he fully intended to execute and quite publicly. Marco was growing weary of the women but then one caught his attention. "Shoo the rest of these. . .women aside. Bring that one to my feet and see if she is worthy." He shouted making a grand flourish with his arms. The other women knew their fates and those of their clan had just been sealed as he stood.
"I know that your people starve beneath king stefan," he spat the foul words from his mouth, "and that you are here to try to extend his rule." Marco raised one hand. Every soul in attendence felt their bowls clutch as just the difference between his clenched fist and his salute was a atter of life and death.
After a long pause he saluted and then motioned him to the low seats. Those were people who might be allowed to keep their heads and other parts.
Marco stood from the ancient throne of silver and stone and surveyed the goathered people. Most were his own warriors from family or conquest. He had won some of them over and those he hadn't feared his cruelty. That was something he wanted to correct. At least somewhat.
There was a long string of the former Kingsmen who were brought before him and most were allowed to continue. Then came the women, the things they were using to bargain with.
Marco let a tight grin purse his lips as the ladies came forward promising their virginity and how delightful they would be warming his bed. He was mostly entertaining people he fully intended to execute and quite publicly. Marco was growing weary of the women but then one caught his attention. "Shoo the rest of these. . .women aside. Bring that one to my feet and see if she is worthy." He shouted making a grand flourish with his arms. The other women knew their fates and those of their clan had just been sealed as he stood.