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[SPEAKER_03]: Other tales, a Queen's ambition.
[SPEAKER_07]: The sound of manpower's dragging across cobblestones echoes throughout the high wooden ceiling.
[SPEAKER_07]: The prisoner, with barely a shred of fight left, is being dragged by a pair of guards.
[SPEAKER_07]: Each dressed in shaggy hides barely holding out the bone chilling cold.
[SPEAKER_07]: They walk past a pit of glowing embers, a fire on its last legs struggling to survive, and up to stand before a raised dais.
[SPEAKER_07]: A duo of ornately carved thrones rests with backs flat to the wall under a giant mounted eagle skull, nearly the width of the room, looming overhead.
[SPEAKER_07]: In each thrones it's a regal figure, a silvery gray-haired king with an ostentatiously bajuode crown upon his head to one side, and a queen with long blonde hair and a thin t-r-a with one small down into the other.
[SPEAKER_07]: four individuals gather around discussion about the occurring throughout the timber beams.
[SPEAKER_01]: My King, please, this is the mansion and the talk to the walls within the last two weeks.
[SPEAKER_01]: We do not have the gods, we need to defend the key to the extent we have been.
[SPEAKER_01]: I'll still be trolling the rest of the city.
[SPEAKER_01]: The people will do anything for scrap.
[SPEAKER_07]: If we just come to another... The King snaps his gaze to the speaker, causing the counselor to flinch as if they had been slapped.
[SPEAKER_04]: I will not cow to the truth in those streets.
[SPEAKER_04]: They do not deserve the protection I so graciously offer them, and yet my men do not waver.
[SPEAKER_04]: Have more soldiers sent down to remind them of this.
[SPEAKER_07]: The series of guards move away as a large shadow of a man standing away from the firelight speaks up.
[SPEAKER_02]: King Elegus, a display of strength may only worsen the situation and could lead to further discourse across the kingdom.
[SPEAKER_02]: Collaboration with the high houses remains a viable option in dealing with these rebels, should diplomacy fail.
[SPEAKER_02]: And Pfizer!
[SPEAKER_04]: You should be solely focused on the Gab and Concordery, and yet you're once again interrupting my court.
[SPEAKER_04]: What is so vitally important that you feel the need to constantly punch into...
[SPEAKER_07]: A series of hacking cops cuts off the sentence, resting a hand on her husband's back.
[SPEAKER_07]: The queen looks down upon the manicld prisoner.
[SPEAKER_07]: Once the king regains composure, he follows his queen's gaze.
[SPEAKER_07]: More eyes fall on the bedrackled newcomer as the guards reach the foot of the dais.
[SPEAKER_07]: Nothing but to stain and repugnance radiating from the ruler's stony visage.
[SPEAKER_07]: Both guards drop the unwieldy chains to salute, leaving the prisoner to slump unceremoniously to the ground.
[SPEAKER_04]: Like him!
[SPEAKER_07]: The two voices boom across the room, the guard on the left, short and stature, continues.
[SPEAKER_00]: We've found this thief trying to escape the grounds of the keep, but their pockets full of jewels pilfer from the Queen's bed chambers.
[SPEAKER_00]: She claims to have no connection to the rebellion.
[SPEAKER_07]: A sharp gasp from Queen Gwenevee is quickly silenced by the raised hand of her husband.
[SPEAKER_04]: Likely story.
[SPEAKER_04]: All of the jewels were recovered with the capture of the culprit then.
[SPEAKER_07]: Both guards not.
[SPEAKER_04]: Then let me ask, who are you to have tried steal from the righteous king, Illicus?
[SPEAKER_07]: Silence greets the question as the prisoner remains slumped on the ground.
[SPEAKER_07]: One of the guards gives a quick kick to her waist, drawing out a hollow grunt.
[SPEAKER_07]: With that, the prisoner levels her icy gaze on the king.
[SPEAKER_06]: How can you sit here in all of this finery while your people suffer, freezing, starving in their crumbling homes?
[SPEAKER_06]: How do you call yourself a king when your people have to kill each other for scraps?
[SPEAKER_04]: and be alive.
[SPEAKER_04]: It is my men, the patrol the borders.
[SPEAKER_04]: They are my men who protect everyone.
[SPEAKER_04]: And this is the way.
[SPEAKER_07]: You thank your king, by trying to... Midway through the king's outburst, he dissolves into a fit of reizing cops, gasping for air as he doubles over on his throne.
[SPEAKER_07]: Queen Gweneview points it a nearby servant, frantically as she leans over her husband.
[SPEAKER_07]: As the servant rushes off, the queen fixes her gaze on the prisoner, who gives a nearly imperceptible nod.
[SPEAKER_07]: A moment later, the servant returns with a large gable of water, his hands trembling as they pass it over to the queen, who successfully forces the king to take a drink.
[SPEAKER_07]: Within a couple of moments, King Iliquist starts to calm down, slapping the cup away from his face.
[SPEAKER_04]: Don't touch me, you're threatened.
[SPEAKER_04]: Remember your place!
[SPEAKER_07]: The cup clatters to the stone rolls to a stop.
[SPEAKER_07]: The liquid bubbling and steaming as it spills out.
[SPEAKER_07]: No one sees, however, as all eyes are on the king except for two.
[SPEAKER_07]: The king's aquamarine glare returns to the medical prisoner, whose eyes remain downturned, revealing nothing.
[SPEAKER_04]: How?
[SPEAKER_07]: The vomit erupts from his mouth like lava from the volcano, covering the day of some of frothing pink liquid.
[SPEAKER_07]: Everyone in the room is frozen in shock as a high pitch screen at those from the key.
[SPEAKER_07]: The vomit transitions to a deep crimson color as the pungent smell of shit wuffs from the thrones.
[SPEAKER_07]: The king frantically grasps for anything, and finding his fair spouses on, what should have been words leave his mouth as little more than a chunky liquid with pieces of disintegrating tongue making the rest of the sounds.
[SPEAKER_07]: The king's body squelches back into the chair, gurgling as his throat begins to gizzle.
[SPEAKER_07]: The manical thief raises her head, watching as the agonizing pain fades to glass in the mad king's eyes, which are focused on something that no one else can see.
[SPEAKER_07]: The dismayed guards around the room rush to their former monarch's aid.
[SPEAKER_07]: Queen Guenavieve shakes herself from the sight and wrenches her arm from the death grip of her husband's corpse.
[SPEAKER_07]: Quickly, she stands and takes a step away from the thrones while covering her mouth, barely
[SPEAKER_07]: The prisoner, satisfied, locks eyes with the Ebony of the Queen's.
[SPEAKER_07]: The court adviser lumbar's through the chaos to the Queen's side, encompassing her shoulder in a gentle hand.
[SPEAKER_07]: Pulling out of his grasp, Queen won a view straightens her back, smooths out her dress and speaks.
[SPEAKER_07]: Even with the courtly practice, she can't keep the tremor out.
[SPEAKER_05]: King Elicus is dead, slain by the hands of a heartless assassin of the rebellion.
[SPEAKER_05]: As Queen Regent, I condemn this prisoner to drowning in the rivered scent.
[SPEAKER_07]: The guards, unused to taking orders from the queen, scrambled to grapple onto the chains holding the woman, shocked crossing her face as she watches the regal figure incredulously.
[SPEAKER_06]: You told me that we would be freed of his tyrannical grasp.
[SPEAKER_06]: How can you just fill his position?
[SPEAKER_06]: Do you have no love for your children?
[SPEAKER_05]: Don't you're non-sensical mutterings, you traitorous demon?
[SPEAKER_05]: You will not live to see the morning for what you've done.
[SPEAKER_07]: The look from the queen is enough to silence the rest of the prisoner's accusations.
[SPEAKER_07]: With a subtle shake of the royal head, the assassin shifts from a state of disbelief to frustratingly shaking off the hands trying to grapple her.
[SPEAKER_07]: She looks around trying to catch a glimpse of someone, only to see a hooking shadow by a door in the far back of the room, watching her with sadness.
[SPEAKER_07]: The queen stands like a statue, staring silently down as the manicled prisoners led from the hall by a dozen soldiers.
[SPEAKER_07]: Only after the concussive clang of the door does the new monastic around her domain, finally free from her own chains.
[SPEAKER_03]: This has been another tale.
[SPEAKER_03]: Hidden anecdotes and other tales is presented by outrageous creation's media.
[SPEAKER_03]: It was created by GM, Stwfc.
[SPEAKER_03]: This episode was written by L. H. O. Sheffield.
[SPEAKER_03]: It was narrated by Morgan Redger.
[SPEAKER_03]: It was edited by Reed Robertson.
[SPEAKER_03]: With additional voices provided by Roxanne Dujene, Corey Rokes, and G. M. Stunnevsky.
[SPEAKER_03]: It was produced by Reed Robertson and Corey Rokes.
[SPEAKER_03]: The story editor was Eva Bruntis.
[SPEAKER_03]: This episode's art was provided by Morgan Redger.
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