Terrified, I gradually eased back down to my chair. I gulped, looking straight ahead while I hear the heavy footsteps of people coming in. Ducan and Lohene both stood from their seats. I refuse to look at them, knowing that they're acknowledging the presence of the king.
I will never be bowing down to him. Why would a victim recognize her enemy? He brought me here through force, and he destroyed the castle of Dazia that night.
Also, I remember that he's the son of the Queen my mother killed during her time here. I must be prepared for his harsh reaction once he comes to look at me and releases his grudge.
"His highness, King Luthais Vannemir Folre. Rise to show your respects," an old man with a cranky voice, sounded like the last sentence was for me.
I fold my arms. I'm going to die today because of my behavior.
