this,” The king said. He removed the thin circlet of gold from his brow. Light shone off of it as he showed it to the stranger. “This world doesn’t need a king anymore, and I believe I would like to hear my own name again if you wouldn’t mind.”
The stranger nodded, “Eban, then. It’s a good name. Strong.”
Eban, once king, set his circlet on the table beside a basket lovingly packed with glass jars.
“These are the last good things,” Eban said, gesturing reverently at the basket.
“Maybe not the last,” the stranger countered with a smile.
“Either way, as it pleases you,” the king said. What did arguments matter now...
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