Saliah is a beautiful land. filled with festivities, joy, perfection. though if you look between the lines, you’ll find corrupt leaders, politics and cruelness. and Moses had to pretend that those flaws didn’t exist. it was easy, being the most shameless flirt and biggest drunkard Saliah has ever known. the king wants him to pretend? fine, he can pretend.

the Pavillion the 12 thrones were perched in shimmered under the Saliah Sun. 10 leaders, one king, one prince. and Moses couldn’t hear a thing. sitting, no, laying sideways in his throne, he spun a dagger through his slender fingers. the blade hitting the thick rings decorating his hand was a satisfying clink. two guards marched their way to the pavilion, a prisoner in tow. chains clashed together, and the prisoner was thrown on her knees infront of the 12.