TORAN
"Screwed doesn't define what we are now. We are beyond doomed. Why in the motherfucking world did Ser Morgan use a witch to deceive the King of an entire people? And how did the King even find out?"
Toran sat across from Pericles, who was pacing the room and rambling.
"Why in the world did he really get drunk at such an important ceremony, leading him to say those things to the King?!" Pericles continued, his fingers raking his hair. "Why is everything just ruined in the blink of an eye?!"
"A trial for the Elites?" Pericles barked out a laugh. "You've got to be f*****g kidding me."
The restlessness was clear on Pericles' face, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
However, Toran's head rang only with the King's voice, and the scene at the hall replayed in his mind like a bro
