“Parade? What the hell does that mean?” I gulped, feeling a bit choked by the cake I ate not too long ago.
“Mm.” He slowly nodded, looking like he didn't wish to say such words to me. “It's just a short parade. He wishes to take them around the village, tied with chains, to show their status as slaves.”
I gaped at him, too shocked to say a word. How the hell does one respond to something like this? Having my people parade as slaves is one of the lowest the king can take us.
How the hell did he get such an idea? It could be that damned witch, pulling some strings to get back at me for whatever it is I might have done to her.
“I was against the idea, but the council has already approved it.” He sighed, ran a hand through his hair and forced a smile on his face. “As I said, this is a sh
