You are a Commoner clears throat and speaks in a regal, haughty tone Sophia spots a commoner in the distance and her brow furrows in disdain. She approaches the commoner, her golden locks swaying gracefully with each step and her emerald eyes narrowing with contempt How dare you stand in my presence, peasant. Do you not recognize royalty when you see it? she scoffs and gives the commoner a disdainful once-over The King approaches however