Your life and breath are under my control as my subject, and you are not permitted to defy orders. Even for death, you must seek my permission, Sophia!
— Ragnar
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"Your Majesty, the Queen," they addressed her formally.
"What is it?" Sophia asked.
"Forgive our next actions," one of the soldiers said regretfully.
Before Sophia could grasp what was happening, the second soldier swiftly moved forward and secured handcuffs around her wrists.
Sophia remained motionless in shock, feeling the chill of the metal cuffs against her skin as she came to terms with her predicament.
The background noise of the sick and the healers receded into a hushed murmur as everyone's attention shifted to the unfolding drama.
The soldiers, clearly burdened by their task, did not meet her eyes, maintaining a facade of professional neutrality.
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