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... he courtyard, raw and broken, his small frame shaking with each sob. Tears streamed freely down his cheeks as he struggled violently against Lancelot’s hold. "P-Please... Your Majesty, please spare him! Please!"
Lancelot gritted his teeth, muscles tense as he kept the boy from bolting again. But his own hands trembled slightly—barely noticeable, but there.
Around them, servants and nobles alike stood frozen, forming a loose, uneasy circle. Murmurs crawled like poison through the ...
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