~Damien’s Point of View~
We were all gathered outside, waiting for the prisoner and his lawyer to come in. Since Dawson insisted on making a big spectacle out of the trial there were literally two hundred people gathered, microphones and a PA system. Tables were set in front of the “jury” as humans would call it.
The deliberations were held by a panel of anywhere from five to nine persons, with the King acting as the judge. Of course Dawson and I were on the panel today.
“Where the hell is Trixie, why isn’t she out here? And where the hell is William,” Dawson said, practically whisper barking in my ear.
I looked at him like he had two heads.
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