*Preview* She was wearing a long sleeve dark mahogany shirt with shorts that were barely noticeable by the long shirt. "Look up at the King!" One of the guards grumbled and pulled the woman's hair to force her head up to look. I was going to say be gentle, but I had no authority to say such a thing. The woman winced in pain as looked over in the guards direction. I felt bad for her, I never liked to see people get hurt, unless they were used for food purposes. "Ymir Fritz, age 17, homeless and only child. The felony for a steal and run is...two years in the dungeon!" Dad's voice always boomed. He was loud, never in a good way.