After their land was invaded, the people had put their faith in King Harisingh. But when news began to spread of their land acceding to that of their enemy’s, they were in shock.
Some refused to believe, until it became all too clear that their King had sold their nation’s dignity in order to stay in power, even if that power was controlled from afar. His lust for gold and riches had been satisfied and that’s all he held dear.
The instrument of accession was signed into law, with the seal of their occupiers firmly declaring that the people had lost their true identity.
The resistance was brutally crushed and after a decade of bloody rule, King Harisingh was found with a dagger in his back.
Whether he’d been eliminated by some enemy from afar or near didn’t make any difference.
The man who’d betrayed his own people was given an emotionless funeral, where he lay, forever forgotten and neglected.