Chapter 19 - The Trial of the Fallen

The following morning, the final shadow of the past was addressed.
The doors of the High Court opened, and King Aldric was brought forth in iron chains. He was thin, his hair white and unkempt, his royal garments replaced by coarse grey prisoner robes. Behind him walked Duke Roger, also bound in heavy manacles.
The court was packed with hundreds of citizens, nobles, and surviving guards who had suffered under Aldric’s cruel fifteen-year reign.
"Aldric of House Vance," Chancellor Evelyn read from the royal scroll. "You stand accused of high treason, the murder of Queen Eleanor, the attempted assassination of Prince Caelen, and the starvation of the High Realm."
Aldric looked up at the young king sitting on the high marble bench. There was no rage left in the old man's eyes—only a profound, hollow weariness.
"What is your sentence, Caelen?" Aldric whispered, his voice trembling. "Will you take my head as I tried to take yours?"
The entire court fell silent. Many in the crowd shouted for blood, demanding that the usurper be executed in the very arena where he had sent hundreds of innocent men to die.
Leo stood up from the bench. He reached for Sunfall, but he did not draw the blade.
"If I execute you today, I show this kingdom that power is still measured by executioner axes," Leo said, his voice echoing clearly through the hall. "I will not build my reign on the same blood you spilled."
Aldric blinked in disbelief. "You... you spare my life?"
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"You will spend the rest of your days working in the grain fields of the outer provinces," Leo declared. "You will feel the heat of the sun, the weight of the dirt, and the sweat of honest labor. You will learn the value of the lives you deemed worthless from your high tower."
The crowd hesitated for a moment, then a wave of thunderous applause erupted from the public gallery. The mercy of the true king proved far more powerful than any act of vengeance could ever be.