Al.II.22 Hollia 23
The anarchy began when the king was killed by his own mother.
She came into the throne room on Justice day and casually slit his throat in front of all of his bodyguards, men, women and children of his realm.
It was, and still is, our greatest defeat - the worst possible sign of our ability. Laid out bare, for all to see. Our biggest humiliation. Our king, slain by his own mother on our watch. But who could have guessed? Who could have known she was an enemy agent?
That bloodline is corrupted beyond resolution - it is a blight on our lands and must be removed from power, for ever.
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