"How dare you thus address the Royal Throne," Bisqueath sputters at last, clearly furious. [-Bisqueath]
"A breach of protocol indeed, young squire," King Saul says after a long contemplation. "You have no station thus to shirk your betters. Incumbent it is, too, for those same betters to exercise their might with grace and heart."
You're mightily satisfied to see Bisqueath recoil as if struck. Yes, you received your own censure, [+Knavery] but something about King Saul's measured tones suggests that he appreciated the content of your words, if not the form in which you voiced them. [+Saul]
Onward