"This man is a pirate, a spy, and a vile architect of my beloved sister, Princess Elara's, brutal murder. He is a cancer upon our realm, a serpent who has starved our workers, raided our lifeblood, and threatened our sovereignty. For his heinous crimes, he will face justice—slow, merciless, and etched in agony. Let his torment be a blazing warning to all who dare defy our unbreakable rule!"
Syn's legs quaked beneath the sack bag, his knees buckling, the ropes rattling like slithery centipedes, as he fought to stay upright.
The crowd erupted, a tidal wave of hatred, their cheers a primal roar that shook the platform.
The King's propaganda had woven a masterful lie: pirates were the scourge, raiding food and water which came from the asteroids, starving the workers, children, and all the majority of the peopel who weren't Royals or nobled.
While the Agriculture Biome's lush fields grew exotic fruits and experimental crops for the elite, not the masses.
