"I greet your majesty!" My father spoke first as the head of the family.
"I greet your majesty!" I followed suit.
Our shadows though we saw them as closer than brothers were not allowed to speak in the presence of the king due to their status.
A strong and rough voice reached our ears.
"You may rise."
When I followed my father in looking up I was shocked. The king was young, far younger than I expected, he even looked to be younger than my father, and yet his aura was deep and royal, filled with a profound and controlled feeling of wisdom.. He had sky-blue eyes long well kept blonde hair and a clean-shaven handsome face. The typical king's appearance I would say but his voice, aura, and mannerisms were royal and deep. A different breed from what any regular man could be described as, with a truly noble appearance and mannerisms.
"Thank you, my king!" My father said.
"Thank you, Your Majesty!" I repeated.
