"Your Majesty… for years, the Giants have not meddled in others' affairs. As such, we are having trouble understanding why Her Majesty has suddenly taken a fancy for our race."
One of the kneeling Giants said with his head bowed.
Mayzin stared at them with an expressionless face. She leaned to the side and rested her face on her arm propped up on the throne's armrest.
There was no response from her and the Giants thought maybe she wanted to hear all the grievances at once and reply, hence they began stating their complaints one by one.
"Your Majesty, would you be kind enough to answer why we are asked to shift our kingdom?"
"Your Majesty, will we be turned into slaves for the Dragonkin?"
"Your Majesty, do you plan to make use of our physical prowess for manual labor?"
"Your Majesty, will you spare our children if we, the adults, submit to you?"
"Your Majesty, are you…"
"Your Majesty, if you…"
"Your Majesty…"
