"Thank you, thank you, Your Eminence, for this second chance. I refuse to let you down." The king felt a weight the size of two mountains fall from his shoulder. Those words meant that he would live, and his people will live. Regardless of what happened next, his tribe remaining alive was the absolute best result he could have asked for.
"Enough with the groveling," the princess urged in an annoyed tone.
"Yes, Your Eminence, I apologize," the king bowed his head repeatedly in sorrow and gratitude.
"I will even sweeten the pot. After all, I am not a fair and just ruler. Should you succeed, I will reward you with ten admission slots for the young ones of the Caiman Kingdom to attend Walpurgis," she announced excitedly.
