Aadinath rode his stallion through the camp, dragging her behind him on a long, leather lead. Her wedding jewelry was mostly gone, replaced by the grime of the road and the dark bruises of his "affection." The soldiers dropped their whetstones and spears, standing in stunned silence as the King paraded his half-naked bride before them.
"Savaadhan!" Aadinath’s voice cut through the camp like a blade. "Look at this creature! She says she is your Queen. But look at her... does she look like royalty to you?"
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