"That's alright kid. I'm sure you don't even mean that. You're young, you still have so much to do. Are you sure you want me to have your head?"
"That..." He trailed off thinking, he didn't really want to be killed, who would willingly choose death? "If Sire spares me, I'll be the most loyal hound, to you and to the rightful King." He said proudly.
"Oh sure, even before this, I don't doubt that your loyalty was already reserved for Hubris."
The kid flinched at hearing the King's name bare, without a title.
"What is your name?"
"Achyls, Sire."
"Well, Achyls, you're quite talented. I ought to make a squad, containing all of you, of course you'd be in the front lines, are you up for that?"
"I move with your command Sire." He blurted out, he didn't know whether to be scared or excited.
