I show my respect by bowing my head slightly and lowering my tail. If this man is indeed a previous Royal, no matter if he's been exiled or not, I don't want to make another enemy without intending to.
A soft, prickling sensation pushes at the back of my mind, almost like an annoying phantom pain. "You look just like your mother," a voice hums through a link like the one Oliver and Cinder use with me from time to time.
I sit down on the floor and once again look at the man before me. His face is smooth and absent of any wrinkles; no sign of aging clear other than a few stray white hairs peppering his hair and beard. If Cinder hadn't told me otherwise, I would swear he's near my age.
"Jaaz?" I question with a tilt of my head.
His soft facial features light up as I say his name, and w
