C8 Tarryn

“You don’t just say hello,” the man wearing the crown said, “you bow.”

He smiled, waiting, as an awkward silence settled over our little group. The King was tall and handsome, like his son. But his hairline had receded, and his face had thinned out, making his features hawkish. His Highness had a distinct air of superiority about him, his nose tilted into the air