"Good evening, your greatness."

The intimidating duke fell onto his knee in a polite stance, staring at the floor as his hand rest against the hilt of his sword.

"I have been ordered to remain as your guard and servant for the following week."

The man was secretly a little scared. He had been abused by his masters in the past, leading to a sense of unease whenever he was called to the throne room in front of a new prince or visitor. Kalcion was never expecting to be met with kindness.