ALARIC
I faced him head on, and this man has the guts to do the same thing. He stood there like one of the prestigious and strong warriors I have, meeting me in the eye without any hint of fear or worry. He didn't move. He didn't blink. He just stared at me as I approached him.
"Kneel," I growled as soon as I stopped in front of him. My eyes were near bloodshot, and his were calm as the sea although I can see a glint of annoyance behind my reflection.
He stood taller than me, which I despise. It's only a few centimeters but that difference made my blood boil. I can't believe that a mere guard with no royal blood would be standing taller than me, making me look like the smaller person between the two of us.
"I'm not born to kneel," he responded without letting go of my eyes. His voic
