The throne room was so quiet that I could hear a fly buzzing on the other side of where I was standing.
Ryujin raised his eyebrows, the emperor didn't move a centimeter, the princess covered her mouth, and the prince scoffed. My own party, meanwhile, seemed to collectively clench their muscles in preparation for whatever it is that could happen to us now.
The emperor made a beckoning motion towards Ryujin who proceeded to approach and place his head next to the emperor so they could whisper to each other. This has started to annoy me. Does the emperor seriously believe that he is so far above us that he shouldn't even have to speak to us directly? Why are we practicing this nonsensical game of telephone with each other?
"Kenji Fujima," Ryujin gravelly said. "You are ordered by his majesty himself to accept his condition. Kneel."
"I refuse."
"This is not up for debate. You shall kneel. Now."
