I’m posting from my current writing WiP, Song and Shadow, a prequel to Song and Sword. It’s a rough draft and I still don’t have an actual outline for it so it’s going to be a fun ride.
Picking up from last week’s snippet.
“Only friendship, Your Highness. Only friendship.”
Pashevel rose and bowed deeply. “But I fear I have presumed too much upon your time already this evening, Your Highness, and perhaps overstepped my bounds. I wish you a pleasant evening.”
But Pashevel had already turned away and Hierik lowered his head to hide his tears, sensing that he had just lost all hope of being a good monarch, had lost the one person who had offered him hope, who had treated him as a person, and as a prince.
Treated him with the respect due his rank.
Pashevel had not sat until told he could — he had waited for his response, not just assumed…
Hierik’s lips curled into a smile. People would treat him the way he let them treat him.