The Seventh Trial: Group A

[hot_mess_express]

[Upon entering the tent, you find yourself in a resplendent throne room. It's empty, aside from a huge throne made of some kind of material that shimmers and sparkles like the night sky, but the floor is mostly covered in a plush raspberry pink rug, and banners of the same colour hang from the walls.

The banners appear to have been dipped in blood, so heavy that the crest once on them is no longer visible. They drip, slowly.

Upon the throne is a simple, unadorned golden crown.]

Where is Justice?

Who wears the crown...?

Comments

[voreaciously]

Be kinder to yourself, then. At any rate, I have no intentions with combating Mister Orlando on anything ever again, so you can rest easy.

[because, honestly, she figures that is where his investment lies entirely]

[saddleclub]

...You really haven't reflected on a single word I said. Incredible.

[voreaciously]

"You dare say you have no worth all while putting yourself and your desires above everyone else around you."

So I will not.