It wasn’t supposed to end this way for him. He was promised a throne of gold, not a seat of mud. And yet, here he was, his knees buried in the depths of the brown ooze of earth and his Cloak ripped from his shoulders.

The Guards shoved him to the ground and his perfectly combed hair fell into his eyes while tears of the sky pelted down on him harshly. His back was facing towards the dark roaring...