The necklace emitted small whispers, almost unhearable "volt... us", it cracked straight down the middle and to the side, forming a J shape. Slightly louder than a whisper now, the last song Jarmin sang was being whispered from the necklace.

Rhory lazily presided over his court however, today was different, today, someone different had been brought in front of him, a thirteen year old girl, with the crime of stealing food. He saw her tears welling up and her trying to explain that she was an orphan. Rhory made a conflicted expression, and for the first time in his entire reign, he didn't sentence her to the steam. He simply said, rage boiling inside of him "Leave. Go to the nearest orphanage. If you cause trouble again I won't be so kind" The girl bowed before him before running off, the rest of the courtroom stared at him in surprise "Do you want to be sent to the steam, the rest of you?" He roared at them, and they all averted their gaze.