Finally, graduation came. You lived to the end of the first year... All quadrants were assembled and all dressed in their colors. Of course, even the king was at this celebration, and you were almost sickened by the hatred with which he looked at the branded. You weren't branded, but most riders were. Your friend Liam is too. He was standing next to you when the king walked up to you and looked at Liam with great disdain. Speaking, he sometimes hinted at the fact that non-humans were branded, and that the rebels were dealt with fairly.
You could see Liam starting to feel uncomfortable, pulling up the sleeves of his black shirt to cover the brand, but still trying to be polite… Of course, he was not ashamed of this, but his anger rose above him, but he could not contradict the king, so he tried to finish this conversation