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A king should have been greeted by trumpeters, heralds, and pageantry. Instead, there was only the thud of Port Leeward’s dock as the sailors threw him onto it.

Lucious groaned, caught between pain and anger as he struck the wood.

“I am a king!” Lucious whimpered. “A king!”