Anya didn't move a muscle, not even showing she noticed taht little demonstration. She waited for the whispers in the crowd of the courtsmen and her allied tribe leaders to fade away, and then in silence she started.
"For treasone, for killing the true king ad my father, for numerous unjustified executions, for taxinga gainst teh law and justice, for starting the war and breaking the ancent oaths, you, Ginevra and samuel, should be executed in the most horrible way" Anya made a puse to let this thought sink in. "Many of my subjects, both high and low, from peasants who were starving thanks to you, to ministers who had to run from the capital, asked me to do that. But I will have mercy on you, though you do not deserve it. I will spare your lives, brother and sister."
the young queen made a pause, smiling to her prisoners.
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