Elyra stood at the top of the dais, for once, not sitting in her throne as she stared down at the nobility gathered. One by one, she called forth the people who she would place upon her council. One by one, they accepted. One by one, she saw in their eyes her own death and throne being taken away.
Perhaps she was just being too suspicious. Perhaps not. Which one of these professed "friends" would betray her first?
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