“Neither do we, for that matter.” Raymond interrupted. The king narrowed his eyes at him and continued, “Like I said, the Gold Kingdom does not want him. It is odd for them to give up their heirs that easily. They basically just dumped him on us. The way the King and Queen speak of him, he might as well have joined the Diamond Order.” My father sighs and looked at my brother, who started to speak. “We were thinking about poisoning the food, to get rid of the threat of being spied on by the Gold Kingdom.” Raymond looked at me with hopeful eyes. “You let me spare him in the arena, and now you want to kill him? Has all this time we spent nurturing him back to health been for nothing?” I asked. The King sighed, “We didn’t let you spare him, …show more content…
Jax scrapes his teeth together and nods briefly. “Flashy won’t win battles.” He growls. I sigh and look at him. He doesn’t dare meet my eyes. “You should have prevented this,” he snarls, “If you just cared about me-” I want to fight back, but I don 't. Jax and I were never supposed to meet, let alone be friends. “I do care about you, Jax.” I turn to him and narrow my eyes. “And I’ll prove it to you.” “Too late, Silver Princess.” He grabs his sword and trudges into another room. The door shuts behind him, and I can’t hear anything. I close my eyes and sigh. Jax is going to die, and it’s my fault. My breathing hitches, and I swallow down whatever was in my throat. A tear breaks through my eye before I can stop it. I wipe it away and continue on. Nobody must see this side of me. Raymond and my father are waiting for me at the entrance of our balcony. I stand straight up and walk over to them. Raymond is holding my crown and a coat in his paws. I gratefully take them. I slip on my coat and put on my crown. Raymond nods at me and walks up the stairs. I follow close behind him. My muscles still ache, but I push through. The balcony was boring. My father had a leopard skin throne with one large gem above it. It was his greatest kill. His own father. My father’s crown had every gem of his dead victims. My brother has seven gems on his crown and I only have three. I sit down on my leather throne and look down into the arena. Bolt is standing on one
In June 1791, King Louis XVI and his family snuck out of Paris during the night, hoping to escape from the French Revolution and its violence. He planned to escape the country and return with foreign assistance to reclaim control of France, but the people of Varennes stopped and detained him until authorities arrived and sent him back to Paris. Louis’ attempted escape, in addition to the letter he left behind denouncing the Revolution, “profoundly influenced the political and social climate of France” (223). His escape outraged many people and left the administration in shambles, and this caused tensions to break out. To control the situation, the people of France quickly organized
A pinch crept down the back of his neck and he rolled his shoulders. “I’m sure the bounty ought to help.”
The Pict’s dark eyes narrowed. “Your king’s hunger for power and dominance has caused great suffering to my people. Do you know he claims lands that are not rightfully his? Have you any idea how he and his noble knights quash perceived rebellion? In vile and brutal ways, I assure you.”
Muslims are one of the most marginalized people in the U.S for their beliefs and their religion but after 9/11 discrimination and hate crimes against them had become even worse.Throughout the U.S people have been “Anti-Islam” and believed that the Muslim’s religion is absurd, want muslims to change their beliefs or, leave the country.According to “Anti-Islman Discourse in the United States in the Decade After 9/11:The Role of Social Conservatives and Cultural Politics”by David D.Belt on page 211-212, talks about how a post on Charisma News with an article title “Why I am Absolutely Islamophobic” was urging at the fact that Muslim-Americans needed to be deported as soon as possible ,or go under sterilization.Also Belt talks about one of Bush’s family friend being,Franklin Graham saying that he thinks the muslim’s religion is “very evil “and “wicked”.One last example a man named Gabriel had said Islam is the real enemy of America and that we supposedly “we will be doomed in war if we don’t realize it”. People are so brainwashed it honestly insane and very ignorant at the things people think about Muslims, its barbaric.They believe what Muslims believe in and their religion is wrong and they should switch to “Christianity” because it is the “American way “ or have them deported because the do not belong there and are “terrorist”.
“You don’t want to kill me, Noah.” You warn, your voice low. “They’ll never forgive you if you kill me.”
What does the word propaganda really mean? For most of us we assume that it is a word for negativity use. Just to assure those that think of propaganda as a negative word. Propaganda does have a positive objective if used correctly. The word propaganda is defined in a few different ways, But in the most general usage, it varies from bad to good persuasion of our minds. It is used during election time to our daily lives on television to our newspaper stands. According to Donna Cross's essay, "Propaganda: How Not to Be Bamboozled," there are thirteen different types of propaganda; this paper will discuss six varieties. George W. Bush and Dick Cheney used primarily every sort
“You care about this one?” She looked surprised. None of the others would have gotten me rebel against her. I would always kill for her, with no hesitation.
“Now, let’s begin. When you were eight years old, your dad died from a car crash. I asked the police to make a false public record while we searched for the killer in secret, so the person who did it would not get suspicious. Then I became King immediately after they pronounced he was dead.
I think about bringing up what the healer told us about his leg but he says something before I can.
She turns his face to hers, giving him a tender kiss on his chisel cheek. “My love, the ache you feel will not last forever. There’ll be a day when you’ll be able to finally breathe, and the pain will subside into nothingness; releasing a light that’ll free you from the darkness that has consumed your heart.” She takes his hand into hers. “Someday, you’ll finally be able to live again. But until that day, you’ll always have me standing beside you.” The king expression lightens, chasing away the sadness in his eyes. “Robert. Your father would have never entrusted you with his legacy if he didn 't believe in you.”
“What I’m trying to say if we’re careful about what we do. The king might treat us much better than the others.”
When delving into the vibrant world of the internet to find a literary criticism, one can be overwhelmed by the amount of flotsam and jetsam littering the way. It is difficult because a criticism is based on opinion and supported by facts. The author Clutton-Brock, eloquently executes a delightful balance of opinion and fact in their essay: Why Hamlet Delayed Killing the King. The simple argument is two sided.
“So much for a gift. By the way, what exactly is your evil plan?” I asked.
Where’s my king? The mention of the royal advisor made my blood boil and my once gentle hands roll up into a fist. The royal advisor is the reason why my children are starving, why my people are dying, why my Vita is full of sorrow. I remember hearing him tell me how much he loved the royal advisor, how he was his second father after his very own died of sickness. I tried to tell him, that the one most closest to his heart was holding a dagger, ready to attack to see his downfall; but what would I know? He told me not to worry myself in politics, not to believe what the people are saying. The Queen is dainty, delicate, and gentle. The Queen does not get into politics, nor does she keep anything from her king…not even a mere saying. When I saw my subjects in misery, I decided I needed to become both Queens. A Queen that is loyal to her king and a Queen that is loyal to her subjects; and in my situation…I never needed to let them intertwine, until
I tossed my head to the side in anger, spitting at Octavian's feet. I glared at him furiously, "You're the only traitor here Octavian, not me."