"You resemble someone I know."
His comment left me speechless. Not of shock. But of plain anger.
Do I remind him of my parents? How dare he remember them without feeling any remorse!
I lowered my head so I wouldn't meet him in the eye. I have to look away if I want to remain composed.
"Shall we greet His Majesty?" the first princess said not to suggest but to inform.
With that, we all stood up from our seats to greet the king.
"Welcome to the royal meal, Your Majesty." They all greeted the king in chorus while bowing. I bowed too.
Maybe because it's the usual gesture. Maybe because they've done this so many times before. That even without practice, there's no single mistake in their rhythm and their synchronization is perfect.
Just like the soldiers in the camp when we greet our leaders. Our mouths and bodies just remember what to do and when to do it because we are doing it often. It's like muscle memory.
