I passed judgment on another of my ex subjects not unlike the others he had once been one of my followers back when the country was in turmoil just after the old king had died. But now he was one of the many leaders in this new uprising. They claimed they were fighting for the freedom of their nation and another Dictator ship was not what they were looking for. I bent down to look him in the eye.
"Do I look like another dictator to you?" my crown falling off slightly.
"Yes" he said "as long as you wear that crown you are just another dictator preying off the weak who once supported your coming to power. You promised that you would bring freedom to those under your rule you bastard." And then he spat in my face.
"Guards" I said. "take him to the dungeons... but put him apart from the others in cell #1337."
As the guards were leaving and helping the rebel to his feet I could hear them whisper "be grateful the king's in a better mood than normal. Your friends might not be so lucky though now." I had the satisfaction of seeing him droop his head in sadness knowing that he could have just provoked the death of one of his friends.
Bring in the next one I said and in came a girl maybe 13...
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