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🕑 Added 2021-09-13 14:01:03 +0000 UTCGraisingh saw the poor unfortunate
dragged into his vision. Kicks felled
the man to the dirt. Dragged up onto
all fours.
“Off with his head.” Assawin
snapped out an order. Telling the
sergeant to draw his sword. “The
prince will not pull. This thief pays
the price.”
Graisingh cried out loud. Even as
another lash tore across his back.
Persuading him to think again. But
Graisingh cried out because he
recognised the poor unfortunate. On
all fours. The sergeant was
approaching with sword drawn. It
was Saur. Loyal, faithful Seur.
His friend looked up. Equally
shocked. “Prince!”
