The King Who Will Not Kneel
Aurelians voice got really loud. Filled the whole big room. It was like a storm hitting a rock it just would not stop. Aurelians voice was so strong it was all you could hear everywhere, in the chamber.
"Better to bleed on the battlefield with steel in hand than to rot behind walls, begging like cowards!"
The echo just stayed there shaking the pillars and getting deep into the bones of every single person in the room. Some of the councillors moved around in their seats their robes making sounds and they looked down like the stones, on the floor were actually listening to what was being said. The words he said were not just said, they were like they were made each part of the word was hit and shaped until it cut like a knife. The echo of his words the words he said still felt like they were cutting deep into everyone.
