The prince gazed upon that fallen villain many hours more, the blood drying upon his blade. It was reported he spoke to the dead man, though no one heard any answer coming up from off the floor. When I came to him again, however, he was seated there upon his father’s chair, and his eyes were now enwrapped by the sword which he held.
“I must choose an emblem? A signet?” he asked.
“A seal,” I replied. “Something unique, hard to copy.”
“I must speak to an artisan, for I have an idea of what it should be,” he said.
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