They dig into the smoldering ashes of their resources and scrape for fragments of legitimacy. Their lords have long since raised the castle gates and retired or sailed away to lands unreachable with their profits.
Yet the peasants remain loyal to the bitter end when the gnawing hunger in their bellies gives way to spinning grayness and then endless dark, never having been reciprocated for all the fawning and flattering hurled upon their Feudal lords.
The villages all plundered by the knights while the awe-struck sycophants stood aside, hoping with futility to be graciously invited into knighthood. The knights themselves slowly starve on the pittance awarded by their masters in the East.
Why would anyone want to be a Republican?
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