Gillian.
I sat before them not just as their ruler... but as Alpha King Gillian, the weight of the crown heavy upon my head as I surveyed the sea of faces gathered in the square. A hundred emotions flickered across the crowd... rage, grief, disbelief, satisfaction—all colliding beneath the gray morning sky.
The trial had stretched on for days. Evidence laid bare again and again. Charges recited without mercy. Victims stepping forward one by one, their voices trembling yet resolute. And with every testimony, every document, every witness... the truth sharpened like a blade.
Maximus, along with his former officers and loyal followers... was found guilty.
The sentence: death.
The execution would be public. No shadows. No closed doors. No whispered dealings in the dark. The entire kingdom
