“Kneel.” King Rowan commands.

You’re a knight in the middle ages, and had made a mistake in the onslaught of war - in which King Rowan was not fond of.

“I want your excuse for letting those men die.” He says bitterly through gritted teeth.

“It was a mistake, your highness, I’m sorry.” You say, as if it explains it all.

The king stands, walking over to you, and forces your head to look him in the eye, “You’re going to have to do way more than apologize.