Cooling heels and gazing at little flowers. The words of his own mouth enshrouds but his eyes are still burning like the hearth of the south. The soul he kept from the day he was born, it growls and roars louder than what he intended it to be.

You lot are not going to witness an execution, you are about to witness a murder!

The repercussion and weaving thread on his heart, he felt the strings unhitched in every corner, leading pain that the forces of the castle guards will shame a man within a stinker of its hands. Ritchler, sitting beside a market fruit cart, head above the blue leaking fabric on the other. Of the hawker's playing truant, he never picked a single food on the front display or even searching behind the bushes where he sat.

There is nowhere in the two ends or in between, even at the edges beyond the seas can a person see the unspeakable mistreating between people in the circle of honor, facing the demand of equality of people upon certain consequences in vogue; it was agonizing to hear them scream while burned and impaled alive for such accusations that some didn't even commit.

There is nowhere in the two ends or in between, even at the edges beyond the seas can a person see the unspeakable mistreating between people in the circle of honor, facing the demand of equality of people upon certain consequences in vogue; it wa... [https://img.wattpad.com/88cefacc51a8e2367881529890b802fb989b9cf8/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f624a552d64477758762d6f444e673d3d2d313135303836303932382e313662383361636138376136363761323637393433323934343339342e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]

The tears of clouds increases as it falls down in his hair, it goes out of control that even the fountain shrine of four majestic stone horses wasn't visible onto the blurred, wet eyes.

The birds know millions while it flies, his head grows for millions when he dies.

Mouthing words on and on while his eyes stare at the pouring shade of white lit of dusk time.

An elucidation, perhaps a symbol that anyone can be pouring out of one's mouth or meander about in the mind without a sound. The house torches he sees linking was like a smear of golden fireflies, plenty to an extent of being him alone in the dark with the dancing little fairies at the garden of shrine.

The house torches he sees linking was like a smear of golden fireflies, plenty to an extent of being him alone in the dark with the dancing little fairies at the garden of shrine [https://img.wattpad.com/c30b8b0b4330a01f80b365a41d03804f4413f9e3/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f655276706d3461567a74795265513d3d2d313135303836303932382e313662383361636435663637363036623833323032333830393138312e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]

The ruins of sadness begins by the waking of daylight, and so most of us loves the cold blanket of night.

He was already wrong in thinking no one will have his back, before the inner gates was put into shutter, a woman in pure slow phase of steady walk was approaching the basket carriage, but then the portcullis was shut slow as if they were commanded to open it for her without any question.

The woman appears to be wearing dim shadow gray same as the blanketing hood, not old and strong with the touch of cold, she smell sweet mere the drop of flower potion were under clash. Her skin were soft as for a lovely maiden and hair like strings of a countess elf.

Woman Vendor: What words are you mumbling of, are you a good talker too. Have you got any sweet words to back those suffering up?

The woman asked him. She was still unseen from the hood, her face lay sideways by dint of settling the market fruits on the storage of the nearby the White Wheatfield and the Grasslands. He choose to believe the mortality of his being, and be good enough to call the title of a 'Lord' is can never be the dream he will draw out of his written legacy. She was fine on selling her own words without any charges to feel, as calm as the sea breeze she talks like there was no roaring of storm above their heads, a bitter cold embracing their flesh and bones.

Ritchler: How fare ye? There wasn't a way to call me to any names of lordship, I don't deserve those kind of titles. Even now and then, my situation is been...terrible.

He suddenly put away his eyes onto the lady in dress, watchful over the guards rooting every little horse-drawn soaking men in blood, there by any chance that they caught what he seek on the guard.

Most of them was making their way to the Cryptic Dungeon of all Cities. Upon the association of violence, murder, rape, and corrupt are being put into a large cavernous down fifty feet under to meet what their Gods wanted them to suffer. An imprisonment below where there were no light to see, pile of alive dishonorable people are chained and wait for the call, the taste of death being held onto many various of torture devices, spilling the blood which known was sweet but there...it was cold and bitter.

Her fruit stand in occasion by herself was close within sniffing distance, he stood up from the low stone railing barrier as his actions he felt are a morsel of suspicion. He fixed his eyes on the woman who seems to be smiling at him, mouth was at widest pale underneath the shade of hood.

Woman Vendor: Where are you going? I can feel you merely wanted my help, it was great for us to be in the same spot.

She talk back from the midst of deathly wind.

The servant man have himself put his arms strapping on his leather coated waist, tilted his head slight like he was thinking, thinking sinisterly creeping.

Ritchler: I don't need your help, I don't even know you. Show me yourself, petrified? I think you are the one that I am seeking of.

His eyelids are near to a shutter, she can't figure her out most by the drops of rain.

Irene: What a strange properties this man has, refusing an offering of the girl your friend has married [https://img.wattpad.com/7ba4cefd1af5d78e16a6014adf96e429a30302f8/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f6f3663706e746d523275343638773d3d2d313135303836303932382e313662383362303265366664336462393538313735363238393531332e676966?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]

Irene: What a strange properties this man has, refusing an offering of the girl your friend has married. You are at here with yourself drowning with countless rains and pain, you don't lost yourself Ritchler...I know you just wanted to be found.

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Onto the man's eye, a woman appears to know and reminisce in a snap of time. He never knew that she wasn't just letting animals out of the barn to do the duty, but over and above in taking care of the swarm of food within the City's wide marketplace.

Ritchler: And so I did. Maverik went down to the dungeons, your quest is yours to begin searching for him.

The sworn servant man, he couldn't imagine him being with the clutch of sword with those small hands, but a sack of grains on his back while enduring agony of the lingering long journey. Keep abreast of his own words, his mouth was shut for the second.

Ritchler: What is he doing down there? What are you doing here? I thought both of you fled away.

He wondered. He was worried about being imprisoned for being accused of the man who try to rob them, selling his own gold to break the chains between its hands.

Irene: Now there is where your thoughts betrayed you, yes, just like that man who betrayed us. But which you asked for my husband, he swear to join the judgement with you to help you settle the case. We backed you up since you let the shout, one of the sense of threat made our way back here.

His eyes partly wide from what he heard come pouring out of Irene's mouth. Ritchler begin to feel the tenseness apprehension to the tip of the knight's sword impaled through the bounty upon his head. Increasingly tempestuous coursing lit in between their heart, it was impossible for him to clean the blood stained blade on his own. In the back of any person's motives carries the onerous amount of people. Trust were most likely can get away if the wrong person gave it to him, solely will never come back.

Irene: Renggy Godfrey lend me this paper, take it to the dungeon. And it is up to you when the time was right to bleed a word.

She handed a piece of scroll, the contents he never read before going, but sure he was the concern for the man who robbed them.

A reason mentioned why his friend consolidated the court's decision, it was another for being out by a swordsmen if ever he has accomplished it in no time, giving him the royal prerogative of mercy. It was uncertain perhaps looking at a broken dirty pair of glass; he loves giving out the crops of his finest blood without any gold to spare an exchange, then he said a than to suppose a bloodbath within the vast battlefield.

A cosmic dragon for once they saw massive, similar to a size for three castles combined. The flaps of its wings spindrift like it was a blow of hurricane, deriving out of seeing the face of death was not for him to fear, but he was afraid to die without any giving out the hand of price for the people's flowing cries. She refused to follow the lead towards the dungeon, assessed to push the cart in the proper barn, she also refused the offer to help and so he continued going in the end of the hallway of fireflies. Whence so ever that might get him killed, he will not trust anyone again.

For the first step, the atmosphere was expected under the gloss of brick stones [https://img.wattpad.com/9a2f5cf5c20457f8ff93fa6fa62c5551a0339132/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f6636384f373236306e59796365413d3d2d313135303836303932382e313730613337316365613164393935333834373334313435333531392e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]

For the first step, the atmosphere was expected under the gloss of brick stones. A space of death and agony combined, the sound of maces and bats beating between the flesh, chains rolling enclosed through pieces of torture devices, the sound of crying men while they're slowly smelling the fragrance of death on every whip of an evil tail.

I feel like I was going through the depths of hell, he thought.

Clipping through the stains of blood within the floor, hopeless in extend below were finding the roots of the most terrible environ of demise, where the sinners pay the penalty for their own crimes. The last step, he enters the most abominable dungeon he has ever saw, and the most nightmarish scene that he isn't capable of imagining.

The fine set of wooden arch way does not have what it takes to show a peaceful stately home, unnecessary, coiling spikes, sharp shining hooks rugged and pierced with decayed human flesh are hanging from the ceiling. From head to toe are covered with black cape, what he believes a servant dominie, as seen by their hands of dripping blood were rusty pig's hook.

He never seen such torture as horrible as a man he see slowly dying, the cold hooks are slowly punctured inside every murderer's chin, seem to be a succession of agony [https://img.wattpad.com/0e5b84e11cdcd73bf7273651c2f3c9e771d75c57/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f30735651667a5150515f524232673d3d2d313135303836303932382e313662383362376663643661333034613638343132313633323034362e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]

He never seen such torture as horrible as a man he see slowly dying, the cold hooks are slowly punctured inside every murderer's chin, seem to be a succession of agony. A grim strike of terror upon his eyes behind the cold walls as he get glance of the pile of rotten bodies, in the corner of the dark smell was the main source of its bestially insensitive pattern ways of dying. The feels of his gut was never a good choice to think...especially when he finds out if Maverick was one with the dead pile. The rods twists in lever beside the trial and immediate scourge, the blade twisted hot red onto the metal clutched head, melting onto the skull.

Crypt lord: Greetings, my friend. Fear not my friend, I am not as bad as you think. The weight of all worlds is on your shoulders and in you, I have bested the inferno itself.

A shiver claws behind strangled his shoulders, there was a man who talks deep and quick. Conquered up the fact that it was like hell goes low bound, it was sketchy where an angel spoke fallen down there. He kept calm from the glowers of his words. The dare were not at him as he never turn his head back to see who it was, the thoughts fought that the healing of heart does not come from the darkness itself.

The dare were not at him as he never turn his head back to see who it was, the thoughts fought that the healing of heart does not come from the darkness itself [https://img.wattpad.com/7ef034f3ff304fec0ead997a5e5221c31d533c2a/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f4e6f4d386e6957576448496a59413d3d2d313135303836303932382e313662383362653535663838393863343234393333343032313538342e676966?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]

You could be reading stolen content. Head to Royal Road for the genuine story.

It was no prison for him, but a pure floor of scorching hell. People were dying one by one and hanged hooked above the lava pool. A huge equipment made to force a convict inside it, as it lay down vertically upon the rusted iron, the echoes of its muffled words were shut rapidly by a door made to meet the god of death. The spikes at sharp end pierces the prisoner until all the coldest blood are splashed across the stench overwhelming floor. It was the last time they hear the living shriek, weeping souls, the last touch of chain, and the last glance they see the light of fire dying beyond the closing door.

He felt the sinister presence from the man in a braided ruby and black frock, its hands he saw body art of tribal monsters luring about the book of myths. The portrait of the god of demise stroke with human blood after every death, a stick and poke to measure the lines of their fate comes to an end.

Crypt lord: Are you looking for a prisoner to meet? The dungeon is far over that graves will be even colder.

The halls of the dungeon crypts depicts the color of all spiritual being believed to be the servants above the ethereal kingdom, which rule over the seas before the world of Northrom was born. By which and everyone of them had the taste of death, and further down the oubliette were the people whom they also deserves it.

Ritchler: I was looking for my companion, Maverick, he was down here said his wife.

Crypt lord: Would you question me if he was still alive?

Shackled into another swarm of butterflies upon the stomach, his eyes go low and twitching, it was a word ambivalent to know if there was something hidden behind it, his fast low breaths cannot contain it. An insignificant wag of the head was sure to have been an answer for it was demanded. It was hard for him to lost a friend, he can kill the ones who killed his loved, he can give his heart to revive him back.

Crypt lord: Death is not so bad Ritchler, I stoke the furnace on every convict who deserves it. Every now and then they wake in the lowest of hell. He was not a convict is he? He does not deserve to die like the others...He was alive.

From all what he have seen is just eliminating the cancer upon the realm, they were a disease to be killed. It was a dominion of all sinners, every cell were a time ticking, and everyone wanted to taste the chamber spice of death, but without the unbearable.

A sightseer was one in the first corner, it was blazing yellow like the lambency of the sun; It was known to be the witness of all witnesses. Glowing eyeballs of different colors are floating atop the magical branch, every eyeball regardless of its vividness can ruin every man's life.

Glowing eyeballs of different colors are floating atop the magical branch, every eyeball regardless of its vividness can ruin every man's life [https://img.wattpad.com/7d01f522f9055f83806312828250467d4b82f991/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f722d48556a7838636937673947773d3d2d313135303836303932382e313662383363643334326166613333373639343736343832363536352e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]

They were the spy of every city, and one wrong move can send you down the isle where he sees the burning agony. There was known a rumor that the sightseers were placed by the Falcons and Owls of the south, the smartest bird on the continent of Aluthea can be one bounded with the seers.

Ritchler: If you will get me killed before I see my friend, I will burn with purity within my hands. I'm looking for the one who wanted me to die, and perhaps my friend was with him. If I say what I feel to that convict that causes the trouble, my tongue might turn pale and fall off. I always know that the system of the incumbency go that way, and we peasants can never do or see such thing but to see our heads above the stake of irons.

He trembled before the guardian crypt. Thereby knows that it was way worse below, the man in the hood have mentioned it.

Crypt lord: I'm seeing such demon in my own gaze m'lord, all souls shall welcome you to the second, where you cannot hear such agony like in the first. You can look but don't touch, come to think of it for a while before you go look at someone staring at you, the gazes of eyes can smell a threat, amongst beasts above that guards the third gate of the deep dungeon.

The crypt lord allude to what he witnessed on the first floor. Splitting nails to crushing heads pressing the eyeballs out of its sockets. It was colder and fragile as the bitter life, and he knows it was painful further down, better watch where his steps follow, a man will never know what's lurking in the deepest bed of the unknown.

The Keeper of the First gate followed.

Crypt lord: Talk to the Dungeon Keeper wearing a red smock, she keeps everyone's words to find a use for it, very very...necessary uses.

And now and then he thought not only a man can keep the dead waiting below. A voice ragged like a drag of dead corpse beneath the gravelly dark floor, cryptic like the face concealed behind the mask of evil.

He struggled to assess himself to the invitation, afraid to get stuck in the corner for more snakes and maggots to come forth his feet. The smell is putrid down the slope of slippery steps, turning right to the corner was another leaning slide, he never turn his head whenever they put the shut of the first hellish dungeon close, fear to be hidden above the gleaming ray of sunlight and it may be the last that he will see the ravens underneath the breath of moonlight.

A venom was no match for a poison on what's the pestilence it brought into his face. The second square dungeon was bigger, almost similar to a grand palace full of mud, it was like a cave filled to the brim by huge hanging stalactites shaded green, colder.

The second square dungeon was bigger, almost similar to a grand palace full of mud, it was like a cave filled to the brim by huge hanging stalactites shaded green, colder [https://img.wattpad.com/1cb0a974038db4145360f6dc7c5b0229da109009/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f4150697346436a7a4f65736942673d3d2d313135303836303932382e313662383363653835366263653334323237343836303131313235332e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]

It was no similar to a nether realm, but it was way more putrid and made Ritchler locked in the intrinsic nature of suffocation. Onto the dead were gloopy blood dripping dark green in numerous hanging stones, it was turned head over heels.

An exact of a mud stained golden balcony, he touched the iron looking dry, his fingers left sticky with a combination of harmless toxin [https://img.wattpad.com/5a1b2fb45dba279992e693a734a98ecb0e58a887/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f6d765741614b6775332d675752673d3d2d313135303836303932382e313662383363653138353965373134623237333330353233383431312e676966?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]

An exact of a mud stained golden balcony, he touched the iron looking dry, his fingers left sticky with a combination of harmless toxin. A color that is very easy on the eyes, thereby came the fact that not all symbol was meant to peace. The red smock upon the quest was in absence, in the vast bedeviled city were just four of person, perhaps a guardian is in all black and is wearing a mask with a long bird-like beak.

From the darkness attacks and springs out of nowhere stung his back. In desperation to get it out, it was a painful liquid of blue, he used his partial vision of the dark dungeon to seek of a remedy and look whose the one who darted his back. In the moments before a black paralysis claimed him completely, she was there wearing a red of long smock.

Necromantrix: You wish to end the goodness of the magical antidote my dear sir, that one was beneficial as a gateway to the third ground. Always remember that the pain you can endure is the weakness you already threw. You never knew what it was don't you? Well, that is the weakness coming out of you.

The woman was one with the beaked mask, she was the only living soul in the color of primal life and a rotten cherry, but sure him to see the same intention as all of them down the balcony stares sinisterly. He saw a hollow ball at the middle of the dart were filled with blue potion of freezing cold, there he felt it crawling on his flesh, the cracks was surfing on his blood.

He saw a hollow ball at the middle of the dart were filled with blue potion of freezing cold, there he felt it crawling on his flesh, the cracks was surfing on his blood [https://img.wattpad.com/8fe96163305556393f1cee230c733797e6342229/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f50586646475a4b55744d724571513d3d2d313135303836303932382e313662383364303363376261323864633637343133363936343534302e676966?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]

The fate and the tables are turned, all of the four men below came hasten towards the steeper stairs. And so he began to realize that a single shout of a courageous heart can be ruined by a mindless men of sword, which him received the floors he wished he never entered. A piercing and a scar to be found by himself, or he wished to turn around to see.

Necromantrix: You don't have to look at them. Just Go!

He ran passed through the spikes upon the balcony edges, the horde of men was standing still, it was so sudden and untypical for such outraged atrocity. The circles of path made his boot tremble, and it was not the only one to block his vantage point. As far as he can see while ran was several named potion stands, black of smokes was coming out of every glass.

Ritchler: Are they soldiers hereby quickly in the hid above?

The darted concoction came from one of those glasses. It is way too hard for him to see the light, it was shaking, the toxin hit him hard that his limbs are now also in pain.

The leaking poison bane was dripping down the hallway, in envision about the meltdown of his own skin is unwavering. His ears echoed the muffled words shouting at him, and this time, they were in a great number of deep voices as seems to be a ghost lurking about the boundless wasteland. Ritchler slips free of the terror and ran down away to the next path, never thinking what the edge of the dungeon will send him through.

The Prison of Winterfield

Treacherous to acquire the property on the world of prisoners, promising them lawful rewards if they signed over their own exemplification, or proved that a convict is innocent by doing a task that's worth their own life.

As the plague receded to a few stubborn chilling crawls, his behavior came to the attention of the greater order that the guardians mentioned earlier, which found the man that causes trouble guilty of robbery and put him into chains beside the frozen angel statues.

The prison cell was enchanted with spells that would ensure him a suffering pain without him being put into the coldest of graves, they needed his words and so Maverick began to approach him at slow cold step. They were shaking in cold, not that they were used to the winter breath of the southern glacial winter wind, this is no ordinary to feel. There were many cells to see, even at the ceiling were imprisoned laying on the cold iron bars that at some point in a long time, their skin was peeling of red and sticking into the irons.

There were many cells to see, even at the ceiling were imprisoned laying on the cold iron bars that at some point in a long time, their skin was peeling of red and sticking into the irons [https://img.wattpad.com/5425d47b18bb9954877cba9a4ae6ab7f73e92caa/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f726b35465a4543357a6459635a773d3d2d313135303836303932382e313662383364313630313762393036313930363633363938333437332e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]

This mystic mastery of the frozen graven carvings has only deepened when a cell is filled with a prisoner, one of the bitterly cold bars are filled then there goes the winter even colder. In the middle of the frozen dungeon was a huge drinking fountain in a carvings of a massive yeti. Its mouth open wide and towards the ceiling it faces while the freezing cold water pour down in its circular base. At this condition the ripening crops were bitten by frost, and the banner notice saying 'The Freezing point' turned to mazes of ice and came crashing down and ripped.

Maverick approaches close with a nod of welcoming, upon the unusual wide world of the people who've done horribly wrong to seal an ugly fate upon the city's image. Ritchler was stunned that his eyes gone wide, he speaks rapidly and embraces his own shoulders.

Ritchler: There was someone chasing me, they casted a dart in my back and I literally...can't feel the wound.

He warbled while holding himself at the back, struggling to speak, struggling to breathe.

He lend the dart on Maverick, the blue medicine was dripping in stained red, and there he saw the same that pricked him on his arms, a deep cut of wound that seemingly slashed his left forearm.

Maverick: They used the same antidote for you, by any minutes or seconds you can't feel anything, your body will start to leash out the warmth.

Taken the grant of stepping into the cold frigid songs of ice dragons and the creatures graven in shades of ice shards, eyes blue and blankly stare. Multiple statues were looming high, some were polished like it was mere reflection for any eyes. When the snowfield blizzard settled, he saw that he had perceived the culpable but found himself blinking at the brilliance of a different world.

Ritchler saw Aagaron Badburn chained, sitting on the snowfield of cell, shivering. His skin turned pale and the prettiness of his arming doublet was covered with ice. He began to move a muscle when he heard the cracking footsteps of the two confronter, he was very restrained, hungry, like a dead undying. The wintriness of air was nothing to his spitting fire, and so he was still called the terrible son of House Badburn.

Ritchler: The last of your kind was at distant, I finally saw a face but unfortunate to believe it was you. You shouldn't be in this place, I want to see you burn onto the lake above the dungeon. I am what remains when you seize everything but rage and revenge.

His coldest feet bolted when he saw the freezing cell of the red-handed chief castle guard. The chilling touch faded onto his throat, and now the fiery contretemps has began. The lean flesh of a man without an armor was filling with awe, but with a taste of his crimes was same as putting a quarantine line beyond the faces of the true country faction.

The lean flesh of a man without an armor was filling with awe, but with a taste of his crimes was same as putting a quarantine line beyond the faces of the true country faction [https://img.wattpad.com/9632f5bc8398a00553edc488a81dc115b472953f/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f46687850374374793643345068773d3d2d313135303836303932382e313662393330316335343666343235653933353331353934373437372e676966?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]

Lord Aagaron: You've got a lot to learn boy, I've already been to hell, and you're already here with me...where else can we go and what else can we ask for. I've been in so much trouble, but with such a small thing like this...The case was such a speck that it was stupid, and the debt shall be paid with my life?

He spat in front of them, they never moved. For all the knight knows that it was such a small crime to him, the curse of his own hands that he can't accept. Refusing to the accusation. It was all just a slight of a crime that a man can commit, but on their mind for it was true, he has gold to spare for a month or even a year.

Ritchler: I know you've got money, us, we were still crawling up for a single piece of penny that we needed to pay for a million sweat. There, here you are...I know all of your intentions that you screw up on yourself. We got a new ruler Sir, we must obey the law and orders implemented. This is not the first time you fuck up a person's life, your life served no purpose after all your ugly deeds, but your death may still.

The heat wore its way onto his body, and from the right of the isle he saw a giant face, ice carven and polished like glass. The tight hair was like a folded shards, eyes closed like a pair of dark moon rocks.

He slipped through his dirty dry pocket, a scroll to be needed a word, but a man behind the bars was aware of what's going on inside the inks [https://img.wattpad.com/07837fc71e0c489660cd548e46292fc7bddcb4c6/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f4764506a754476596e5f546d47673d3d2d313135303836303932382e313662383364316339613862363031393239393438313335393637302e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]

He slipped through his dirty dry pocket, a scroll to be needed a word, but a man behind the bars was aware of what's going on inside the inks. He can't be bothered to read all of it, but he knows all the means as a whole.

Lord Aagaron: You never know me boy, but perhaps I will take this for the sake of your business craps.

Maverick: The court demands your answer, sir, and I wished your wisdom of your kind would help you choose a better path. You must be thankful that the breaking of chain to your ceaseless wandering stops all your shaking sins. It was small yes, you've killed many innocent people because of the careless laws you shelter. We have a new King, and thus have new orders.

He conferred the scroll and crumbled it in front of him, he had the prison guardians of white capes unlocked the freezing cell. Even so his heat cannot contain the chills above the rest of the dungeon.

The deepest whishes conceals the deepest remorse, up high above were the tortures, worst than the dryland could adhere. The green vast city-like was all the secrets must rest, and when the whirling winds of the southern pile rains candor light upon a head, no shield can protect a criminal.