MAVERICK took a deep breath before he knocked on his uncle’s room. When no one speaks from inside the room, he puts his ear to the door to listen inside. “Uncle? It’s me Maverick.”
“Come in.”
Maverick smiled and opened the door of his uncle’s room. He entered the room and saw his uncle sitting on the edge of his bed. “Uncle.” He greeted him and bowed his head.
“You’re the heir to the throne, Maverick. You should not bow your head to me,” said Simon, looking at his nephew. He put down the book he was reading. “What do you need?”
Maverick walked towards his uncle. “Uncle, I would like to correct the first sentence you have said. I am the heir to the throne, but you are my uncle. You are my father’s brother. I have to respect you. If my father learned that I disrespected you, he might sk
