"Greetings, Your Majesty, Queen Dorothy, Prince Caelan." Azimir greeted the royal family with a bow while Aylin knelt on one knee beside him.
"Greetings, Your Majesty, Queen Dorothy, Prince Caelan."
Azimir frowned when he saw her actions, not liking that she was kneeling in front of others. To him, she was meant to rule the world, be the Queen and enjoy other people worshipping her. He could not tolerate her being this modest in front of anyone and he made a solemn vow with himself to win the contest and become the Alpha King.
With him around, Aylin would never have to kneel in front of anyone ever.
"Rise, Commander Aylin." Myron controlled himself and looked at the lady who seemed to be doing better than the last time he had seen her.
"How are you, child?" Dorothy forgot about the difference in their positions and she looked at the woman warmly, making Josephine's wish to kill Aylin reach an all new high.
