"Come in."
This time, rather than being invited instantaneously to the Lord's chamber, I had to wait for a damned hour in a line full of people clearly belonging to the lower class in this place.
After all, no matter what kind of place, culture or social system would govern over the people's lives, there would always be three classes of them in general.
Starting with the strong ones from birth. It could be denominated by either the power backing them thanks to their household bloodline, or just their own sheer strength. Either way, just the power that they governed with a swing of their hand, be it physical or political, would make them bully and use other people for their own benefits.