The crowd cheered louder as the doors tot he courtyard opened. Jumping from the branches to walk across the tall outer wall, Francis moved forward with the group. /They are like cattle./ the archer thought, running his hand through thick blonde hair as the fanfare began to play.
"Ladies and Gentlemen! May I present, the newly appointed, KING HAYDEN!" The doors to the throne room opened and the cheers of joy changed.
The dark, reddish-black pool of blood... The scattered pieces of flesh...
Organs strewn across the floor like the blossoming of a grotesque flower...
The explosion that had torn through his body had been powerful.
The newly crowned King's neck had been twisted at an odd angle.
Half of his face was crushed, and the other half was covered in blood.
Most of his abdomen had been emptied, either by the explosion, or by gravity.
He had landed on his back, and stark white ribs jutted up out of his chest,
like the legs of some sort of macabre crab.