The prince crossed his legs, having heard the plights of five different villagers. He was very tired— listening and deciding took a lot out of this pampered boy. He wasn’t expecting anyone else— until this boy came in. Sighing, he waved his hand.
“What do you want??” Alexiel was in a very good mood today, despite how cold and distant he sounded. Out of the five villagers, only three went to the guillotine— normally, all five would have.