The neighboring kingdom was named Greethose (Gree-those). Their ruler was a cruel old man. The old man looked like he was on his death bed when I was brought before him. He sat up on his throne and stared at me licking his lips. I did not want to give myself away for anything. But the way he was looking at me made me want to take flight.
I was tossed into the throne room. I could tell the intent was to make me fall. I would not give them the satisfaction. I kneel before no man! I will fall before none as well.
The room was huge and lined with mobs of people on both sides. The only walking area was the long rug I was standing on. The rug ran the entire length of the room and was red. As I walked down the red carpet towards the throne, he got up on his spindly legs and hobbled towards me. I stopped right in front of the crowd.
