The Slave Queen
I'm not proud of that, but I'm really glad that he's not as angry as he was before.
Cassandra had told me of his temper, and I'd foolishly almost pushed him right over the edge. I insulted everything he lived for.
The barbarians are a life of crime. They are born of blood and death, sacrifice and fault. I stand as he opens the door to the hallway. I follow him outside, hearing the bustle of soldiers in red cloths and blood acting as body paint rush down the hallway with spears, knives and khopesh swords in their hands.
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