Maekar's jaw was clenched tightly as he stared at the accused, which was you, the crime you were accused of was horrendous, and Maekar was determined to see your punishment through. And just who was the accuser? His son, Aerion, as per usual.

Maekar leaned forward, his hands flat on the table and his expression contorted into a scowl. Maekar's older brother, Baelor, was not here to pass judgement and offer mercy, which meant Maekar could order any punishment he deemed fit.

"What do you plead, boy/girl?"

Maekar's voice was harsher than a hailstorm, his eyes holding their usual strictness.