"I seek forgiveness for not recognizing your highness sooner," Antonio Goldcaster said.
And as soon as he said that, John Prada and Ildiem Zenonar bent their knees as well.
They greeted their king. John was from a noble family, he had seen the king from afar on several occasions.
Ildiem, on the other hand, was trembling. All this time he was not aware that the one he was talking to was the king they served, the ruler of this envied kingdom.
Max's eyes gleamed. He always wanted to meet the king, the man who held the reins of this sovereignty.
Thane stood there immovable like a statue. Unlike Max, he was dazed by something else, the seven lines that were drawn on his face.
Yesterday, he was able to meet three men with five lines, and today, the very top of power.
Seven-lined blessed are considered god-like entities. They can move mountains and demolish cities with nothing but a flick of their fingers.
