King Lucien stared at the scroll in front of him. He was seated behind his desk, nursing a tremendous headache.
The open window oversaw the night sky. It was almost the middle of the night. The meeting in court had taken much longer than he expected.
The scroll held two signatures on it.
Both King Noir and King Zeba signed the petition. King Pesih wanted to sleep on it. King Moreh and Philip had outrightly refused.
“Why would we want to eradicate the law of introduction? Why would we enforce a law for the unjust killing of slaves?” Moreh had been angry. “There is no unjust killing when it comes to slaves. They are dirt. Garbage. There is no unjust way of getting rid of garbage.”
King Lucien rubbed his aching head, his eyes darkening in anger and painful memories. Moreh had always be
