When the king turned around and left. He said with his back to the prince, "Go take a seat. We are going to eat soon. I hope you are famished."
The prince tilted his head downwards in respect toward his father. "I am."
When the king left, amongst the crowds, who left him through them. Everyone had their eyes on their king, and when he passed them, they bowed their heads in respect.
The prince waited till he left, and he raised his head upward; then he turned around, facing me. I looked at him with an arched brow.
The prince curled his fingers at me like I was a dog. I knew he was telling me to follow him.
That's what I did. I followed him as he found a seat, and I was about to take a seat as well until he raised his pale hand, stopping me.
I frowned in confusion.
"You don't have the right to sit; sit by my feet."
He said in a relaxed tone. My fury almost grew underneath my skin. I clenched my hands, and I wanted to say something sarcastic.
