When Horeo and Zoemi were moving through the royal castle, all the servants that they encountered bowed down deeply and stood in place no matter how panicked and fearful about their lives they were moments before. As the extremely serious but otherwise calm prince was making his way, many servants breathed out in relief and as the gold-haired young man passed them, they would return to their duties while some would begin cleaning the glass from the broken windows as if they were sure that nothing dangerous will happen from that point on.
"You might call yourself a tyrant, but I am pretty sure that I've heard – thank goodness, the first prince is here, everything will be fine – murmured in relief more than a few dozen times."
Zoemi glanced over at his best friend and said in a pleased voice.
"I have no need for troubling people who know their place and are willing to fulfill the work they were assigned,"
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