Varian crossed his arms at the heartfelt speech.
The inequality wasn't just apparent in Palarian society, it was screaming in his face from the moment he stepped in.
Spirited. Spiritless.
They differed by a few letters. But that's the only place where the difference was that small.
If you're in the 'good' part of the kingdom, you'd be seen as peasants under a undefeatable feudal lords.
Work hard and get your treat. Be obedient and your life would be safe, probably.
In the bad part of the kingdom, it's akin to slaves and masters.
No matter what you do, the chains couldn't just be broken.
"It's a really noble intention. I appreciate the ideal." Varian paused under a tree that resembled a jelly fish and glanced at Samantha.
Princess Snow looked into his eyes and parted her lips. "So you understand now?"
"You want to mess up the Fortune Anvil and tamper the configuration of natal treasures."