"I come to you to bring forth the right of passage I seek." She proclaimed, her eyes raised high as she stared at the King who stood sternly at the top of the small steep of stairs in front of the counsel of a hundred men.
He furrowed his brows curiously, "And what is this passage?"
The young woman inhaled deeply, the breathe of a thousand courageous souls embracing her lungs, "The passage of forgiveness for my treachery."
The crowd around them murmured and the King took a broad glance around before nodding his head at the females proposal.
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An Author's Trashbin
RandomThis is just gonna be where I dump my iconic book lines that have no context, but are still beautiful.
