"You should have more confidence in yourself. Walk with a straight posture—seriously, you'll ruin your back like this."
Azriel's voice carried a faint trace of exasperation as Curtis immediately straightened his posture. The boy's attempt to follow the instruction was stiff and awkward, making Azriel sigh as he shook his head.
"Curtis, relax your shoulders. Puff your chest out a bit more."
"L-Like this, Your Highness?" Curtis asked, his movements painfully rigid.
Azriel patted his shoulder in resignation.
"Never mind. Just walk how you're comfortable."
Curtis deflated like a balloon, hunching over again as he resumed his walk. Azriel suppressed his disappointment and watched him silently.
