I Do Not Kneel

On the other side of town, in the Courtroom, a man sat on the throne-like seat. He had shoulder-length hazel brown hair and ocean blue eyes. Even without his crown and regal royal attire, anyone would feel the oppressive aura that surrounded him. 

He tapped on the wooden handle of the chair, waiting for the mayor of Timbretune to arrive. Next to him was his subordinate, Duxton Mikel. 

"Your Majesty, would you like me to check on them," Duxton asked the King. 

"No need, they will be arriving shortly," the King replied. 

Almost as soon as the words left his mouth, the doors to the Courtroom opened and Vy walked in with Caster by her side, followed by six guards. 

"There they are," the King said to himself in a whisper. 

When they reached the end of the carpet, Caster and guards immediately knelt down on one knee. Vy remained standing. Caster, seeing that Vy was not kneeling, looked up to her and signalled her to do so.