OF MEN WHO CALLED THEMSELVES GODS. as the bards sang of everlasting love; the bloodied ruins reminisced all they had lost.
for he crowned himself divine long before the people ever knelt. AND IF GODS ARE NEVER QUESTIONED, neither are their destined cruelties.
... with his monologue, he finally steps back and let his princess grasps for air. Phainon looks down and thinks, a little misery has always looked beautiful on Mydeimos.
"I'm sure you understand how your prince is always a man with his words. This is not a mere threat, but ...
He rests his hand gently against the gag, his eyes locking onto Mydeimos' with a lethal intensity and everything that screams away from mercy. "I shall remove this now and grant you the privilege to speak. Think carefully about the words you choose to speak aloud."