Executive Pardon?

As Sol left Lord Obriem's estate that night, he mused to himself casually:

'I guess I got close enough with those guesses about his daughter... they were total lies after all. Good thing that idiot was actually a shit father, or else he would have seen straight through my tricks.'

***

The next morning, a crowd of over 500 citizens stood in the spacious white-stone courtyard of the King's castle.

A slightly higher profile case like this hadn't been announced in a very long time in Hllscani.

Naturally, it garnered a lot of attention.

A man turned to his friend, "I hear today is the day that kid will be executed. The bastard of Lord Reylin Von Cillion, right?"

"Yeah... I guess he tried killing a Vice Captain or something." 

"I hear that kid is a prodigy though."

A girl joined in on the conversation:

"Didn't he get the Zephyr Serpent egg? Even the Hllscani Government couldn't retrieve it this time."