"Obedience breeds complacency and stagnation. Anarchy derives from the absence of obedience. So tell me please, what would happen if a crowd would get a hint of freedom?" He drawed out, looking around the room for an answer. No one, of course, had the bravery to speak. "Yes, you," He pointed to a plump man in a purple suit. "Watson if you please."

Watson spoke up, sweat started to bead on his brow, "They would riot." He whimpered out.

"Indeed!" He exclaimed. "This is the essence of my argument!" Watson visibly relaxed. He shouldn't have. "What did you say again? They would riot." The man took a pause. "You are ignorant my friend. The best example of the idiocracy of humankind. No, they would not riot. This speckle of freedom would show them our generosity. We rule with an iron fist, but just enough so that it goes unnoticed." He shot his hands out to the side giving a deranged laugh before continuing. "Give a dog some food and it would feast that night. Later then getting food from another, but give a dog some food and remove it's legs? It will be dependent on you forever. The dog wouldn't dare revolt, because it knows he is in your mercy." He sighed, "So let me ask you again. What happens if we give the people autonomy?"

All the men in the room were silent. What had they just witnessed. This man. This King was out of control. And yet nothing he said were lies.

Only one person had the audacity to speak up. A young lady, perhaps in her twenties, rose as she spoke. No fear were in her eyes, though not one understood why. Especially after what she had dared to say.

"Your crown is made of the people's bones and hunger. And you shall rot in hell for it."

The young lady was never seen again.