Chapter 36

*Poppy*

The room was vast and circular. Inside was a mix of dark, menacing wood, blood-red kilim covering the walls and flowing down to the floor, and a small patch of white on the ceiling, representing innocence trying to break through from above. At least, that was my interpretation of the chosen design.

I felt intimidated, overwhelmed, insignificant, and small in the face of a government that had been upholding rights for thousands of years. The six high chairs in front of me gave me chills, and the equally terrifying door behind them was not encouraging. I was waiting for the law enforcement officers, even though I knew their favor was more towards those who silently filled their pockets.

Nothing and no one has been able to change this, and with a heavy heart, I must admit that even the current King Alexander and Queen Anastasia have done nothing to be pioneers in cleansing our race of this scum. I didn't want to think about them that way because I had become friends with them, b