He twisted the knife in my back another half inch.
"Why is it that I am expected to forgive people just because my Queen has? She chooses to overlook what someone has done to our land, our people, and expects all of us to do the same?"
Another twist, and I lost feeling in my legs.
"Or perhaps... Perhaps she knows I wouldn't, couldn't, forgive you for what you did. For leading the murderers that killed my wife.
It's an interesting question. But one I don't need you around to help answer."
There was another twist, and blissful death arrived.
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