Two prison guards are escorting me inside the royal court. The royal court has a theater-designed room. The court officials are sitting on the chairs facing the platform where I would be interrogated. And they're all giving me disdained looks.
The guards made me sit down on the chair at the platform then they stood still on both my sides. It was the most intimidating position I've ever been in my entire life. I felt so small. I am alone sitting in a seat at the center of a large platform and everyone's eyes are fixated on me.
If stares could kill, I would've died the moment I came in. I am yet to be interrogated but they're already looking at me with accusing eyes.
I am not innocent. There's no way. And that fact made my position even more tormenting.
"All rise for His Majesty!" I heard someone announce.
When I heard it, the person that naturally came to my mind was Mirando.
