Septimus stared out from the Balcony outside his office and felt his anger rising.
Couldn’t these fools see that what I do, I does out of compassion and not malice? This is all for their own good! Nobody ever said the path to eternal salvation was easy
The crowd assembled beneath him were attempting to force entry into the town hall and remove him from power. The local population had been driven to breaking point due to all the new local laws Septimus had enacted. Sunset curfews, increased taxes, more mandatory church sessions. The people had had enough.
Septimus looked upon the people calling for his head and pitied them. An assortment of guards at the main door were the only thing keeping him from certain harm.
He skulked back into his office and sat down at his desk. He picked up a quill, dipped it in an inkwell and applied it to parchment.
If the rabble here will not be saved, perhaps I can save others elsewhere……..
_________________ Prince Septimus Cersil, Lord of Wychwood Minister of Surveyors and Civil Engineers Warden of the North - Recipient of the Pyrencian Good Effort Award - 2016 Winner of the 'Medal of S'alright' - Stronger than an ant - The Tallest
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