Prince Albert stood there, considering Juni for a long moment. It was so long, everyone around them started to fidget, but Juni didn’t rise from his position. The prince didn’t tell him to rise either.
Finally, Albert called out softly, while stroking the sharp edge of his jaw, “What am I supposed to do with you, Juni?”
He sighed so heavily; Matt wanted to call it theatrics. But from the way the prince sagged, he thought it might be a real sigh.
“I just don’t know. I just. Don’t. Know.”
Rubbing his jaw, Albert walked around the still kneeling Juni.
Finally, he asked, “What do you have to say for yourself?”
Juni, without lifting his head, replied, “Your Highness. I am, as always, at your disposal.”
The prince barked out a laugh at that.
“At my disposal? The traitorous subject says h
