"Zachary Percy, you are here by stripped of your royal name and will be executed. Your crimes are tax fraud, murder and attempted poisoning of the current king of Oshor, any last words? " that asshole was smirking the entire time he said that. The whole court was cheering for my death, my 'friends' and enemies alike. The only person who didn't find this amusing was my knight squad vice-captain, Aria, who was a commoner.
When I spotted her, her brunette hair was tied in a neat ponytail, her bangs tucked in neatly behind her ears. She wore a black gown which was covered in black diamonds. I looked at her face, and she had the look of disgust and disappointment in her pure eyes. It hurt me more than the 50 lashes I received before I came here.
She was the only one I could count on, the only person I told about my secrets. Even that very person was against me now. It's all because of that fucker, I would believe you if you told me he was the devils reincarnate. Who am I talking about?
Piercing white hair that brushed right above his radiant blue eyes, a face that people say was sculpted by Michelangelo himself, and a tactful energetic attitude of a warrior. This was the current king of Oshor, Daniel Albert Oshor, who I wish I never met.