"Please, do not mind me. I am simply just having some fresh air at the moment."
"Yes, your majesty."
"Then there's no need to bow to me."
"I cannot do that, your majesty."
The moment the king showed up, I had to put Zyph on the bench and immediately drop on my knees to bow. Even if he says I shouldn't, there's no way I won't bow to such man who not only is the face of the kingdom, but also a face of overwhelming power.
I don't think I can even beat him in my Progenitor Form.
"Zyph, forgive me for interrupting your time with him."
While he does sound apologetic to his daughter, Zyph herself doesn't seem too amused by it. She's glaring at him for some time now.
"Sir Knight, you may stand."
When he said so, I stand up and look at him. And in a knight's fashion, I stood straight and maintained a dignified stance like I was taught. I'm nervous as hell, but I'm trying my best not to show it on my face.
If somehow the monetization of my story paid off, I'll celebrate by throwing in an illustration of a scene(Reader's Choice) drawn by yours truly.
Well... that is IF I get something from investing my time in writing.