Winrus turned around, his body shaking like a blade of grass in a storm. He faced the woman who spoke with his head bowed. He didn't dare to look her in the eyes.
The elders saw her and they too went to their knees and laid their heads in the ground to great her. The ladies for the selection kneeled down to the ground and bowed their heads to her.
"Wake him up," the woman ordered.
Winrus nodded and moved over to where the prince was sleeping soundly. He nudged his hand to wake him only to have his back whipped. The hit forced him down on one knee, he gritted his teeth knowing better than to let out a voice.
"Who asked you to lay your hands on the crown prince of Aphidia?" The woman demanded an answer from him.
Winrus clenched his hands on the hem of his shirt. Replying was a stupid mistake he wouldn't make, she was not one to take kindly to being answered by servants or slaves.
