There were a plethora of things to fix at once, and Harold was not the type to waste ti, especially when he was angry. So he had put everyone together outside the palace and not in the courtroom so that everyone, including the villagers, would watch firsthand. He had the royal golden token. Not that he needed it at this point, but he had it with him as a symbol of the authority he held in the palace right now.
The Queen
Damon
Damian
Tyra
Ivan
Were all there to face trial. As much as the crowd wanted nothing more than to stone them to death, they could do nothing and only wait for the leader to control everything.
It wasn't only those royal mbers; there were also so others. It was Agnes, the maid Tyra had instructed the palace guards to capture for her before the whole ss started. There were also two extras that Alvin had provided. Katherine and another strange-looking middle-aged woman who wasn't familiar to any of them. She was behaving abnormally. She looked crazy and had a cloth stuffed inside her mouth to keep her from talking, shouting, or whatever.
They were all on their knees, waiting for their fate.
Despite Sir Rager looking like he was almost dead, he was also there, sitting in a chair, witnessing the whole thing. It seed like whatever decision would be taken right now was what was still keeping him alive.
"I will not hear a sound," Harold said darkly to everyone, but especially to so of the people in front ready to face trial, which included the queen and other maids.
Ivan looked more angry than anything else. He had been loud throughout the night, yelling for Luciana to be brought to him, and when he was first brought here this morning, his eyes scanned the crowd, but she was not there.
Tyra, on the other hand, looked like there was no aning to her life. She looked like a picture of what a witch should look like, which Lance had talked about the other ti. She even looked worse and more scary. But then her eyes were empty, and seeing her like this now, she looked so fragile that no one would believe the ss she had done to the palace.
Alvin gestured to Lance to read out the draft of the entire situation to the crowd, and then he stepped up with a long scroll that had a novel summary of all that had occurred.
Most of the crowd was surprised, and so of them even began to low-key look down on Prince Harold for putting soone like that in charge when Lance was a terrible person only because his father was wealthy. So noblen were also frowning so much that their faces had wrinkled and they looked older all at once. First of all, Harold had looked down on their positions and brought them out here to stand with both won, children, and peasants. Secondly, there were a lot of honourable noblen who could do that. So why was it Lance? His parents were staring at her child with pride, much to their annoyance. However, could they do anything about it other than whining within themselves?
Lance began to read through
He started from the beginning.
"For the queen and Sir Damon's accusation. It has been said that an illicit affair had occurred leading to the conception of who we've always recognized as our Princess..." He stared at Tyra briefly. It was difficult to conceal his disgust for her.
He traced it down to the Queen and Damon getting rid of Sir Wilson for realizing this; however, their son had survived it and hadn't been a victim of the situation back then.
In fact, Sir Wilson was still charged with being in possession of potions and ingredients that had been long banned from the Moon Kingdom; he also did not destroy his book of lethal potions, all of which had been under the instruction of the forr King.
Damian just stared, his eyes glazed. It felt like he had wasted all his life. All his effort. Everything. As much as he didn't want to believe most of it, he could not continue to lie to himself. His father had not been as honourable as he had always imagined. Like an idiot, he thought his lovely father was the sa as others in how he treated him. Peaceful, loving, and honourable.
He tried to blink back tears, but he could not stop them.
Now it was ti for Damian's cri, and it was even more than anyone had expected. Damian didn't hide anything and just told them the entire truth when he was asked last night. He knew it was the end for him anyway. There was no will to live for him.
His revenge had started when he ca to the palace as a poor beggar, arming himself with potions for his revenge.
His plan was to do it slowly and quietly when no one was expecting it. He didn't mind if it all happened in years. He wanted to ruin the entire Moon Kingdom, and he had to take his ti.
Damian had always been a smart kid. Even before he was 5, he was already mixing poisons, and he grew up to be awickedly smart adult.
He had wanted to be more patient and wait for a while. But Harry had been too nice. He didn't want to wait any longer for fear of growing attached to the young master. He had co for revenge, and that was what he would get.
Feeding Harry Beta's nightmare had been the start of it. But it hadn't gone according to plan. The one Harry was supposed to kill was Ivan, the prince everyone hated so much.
Since Ivan had been pretty wild, he hoped that when Harry continued to strike him like that, they would probably just end up killing each other.
When Ivan heard this part, he looked up with wide eyes and turned to look at Damian, who had his eyes closed.
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