"D-disgrace…"
"...Monster"
"What a filthy child…"
"How could the first Lady have given birth to this deviant…"
"Worthless waste of space, useless piece of shit…"
"Why is she not in chains by now?"
The little girl stood in the middle of the large hall, she was about six and wore a white dress. Her hair was black which went down past her shoulders.
Her eyes were a light brown, she looked down at the ground as a dozen or so adults encircled her.
They threw harsh words at her, mocked her and her mother and glared at her as if they held themselves back from ripping her small body apart.
A man in his thirties entered the hall, the people present bowed before him and made a way for him to walk to the throne placed in the far end of the hall.
It was a throne bigger than the man, with cushions of the softest silks and armrests padded for comfort.
The chatter and the mockery died down with only his presence, he observed the people present without saying anything.
