08-24-2016, 09:05 PM
Woken up, Rayne hummed as he moved finding that his body was sore. He whimper as he forced himself to sit up, his back protesting, and looked up at his king," Greet my public?"
Was he not just a contort? Greeting the public is for royalty, not him. He looked down, bells sounding as he shifted his legs," Forgive me, sire, but when is greeting the public a task for a lowly consort?"
Was he not just a contort? Greeting the public is for royalty, not him. He looked down, bells sounding as he shifted his legs," Forgive me, sire, but when is greeting the public a task for a lowly consort?"