Despite the chaos just calming down around you, the sickening smell of iron and the faint sound of a thick liquid dripping onto the floor, blood spreading like syrup, you remained with your forehead on the floor. To bow was the reason.

You could hear him return to his throne, pants and heavy breaths before he looked at you still bowing with a chuckle. He loved your loyalty, you hated how pathetic you felt keeping it.