"Rise."
I don't know why but everytime a royalty would speak, the person listening would always feel like their necks are being held, stopping them from breathing. An invisible hand would hold them down and their knees would weaken. That's the kind of pressure they exude.
And that is how I am feeling after the man from the couple spoke. This was something I only felt while facing the king, or the prince, everytime they speak.
I gulped and tried to stand with the upbringing of someone noble.
The lighting in the room was good but I'm feeling a little suffocated.
My eyes never wandered to the couple even when I could feel their eyes on me.
"Nesrin." I looked at my mom and nodded. Then I slowly walked towards their side, which was the seat opposite of the old couple's.
Mom and Dad p
