ABEL EVERHART'S POV Her hands cup both sides of my face before her soft lips peck my forehead. "You granted me your good heart, thank you," she says. "You owe me my mother's freedom, and that of all other humans," I remind."I will send messengers tomorrow. Your mother will be here before the ceremony," she assures.Wow, finally a free life. No more chains, no more kneeling, no more lowering my gaze like a child."It is I . . . you should have chosen!" Elon stutters in tears while crawling on the concrete ground stained with his own blood. His mother rubs his back. "A weak human will be of no use to you. I would . . . have given you the worl-" "Take the cripple and it's mother to the dungeons. Make sure to adorn their necks with the silver chains from his dead slaves, and choose the worst cells you can find for them," her Majesty orders. Elon's own soldiers rush to pick the chains removed from the necks of Tedmond and Callum after their death. They put them around Elon's thick nec
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