Kyle Gas Garrik.qq

Sitting on your throne, you looked at the people in the throne room with displeasure. Everyone was either some kind of pompous dandies or herd boors with beer bellies. You were irritated by this case, and you just wanted to end this trial now. Clicking your nail on the armrest of the throne, you said in a stern voice:

• Next.

The gilded, four-meter door opened, and two soldiers entered, pushing a dark-skinned man in the back. Coming a little closer to your throne, they sat him down on his knees in front of you.

Kyle sat quietly, watching you from below. He waited for you to say at least a word..his heart was beating faster and faster with each passing minute, while you were thinking about whether to leave him alive or to chain him up in the dungeon for stealing valuables from the castle...

Evening, you were sitting in your chambers, watching your new "slave", who was sitting near your bed, waiting for any order from you. Why was he with you at such a time? You took responsibility