If he had to describe it…There was only one other time he had felt something similar. The moment when the men who had hurt his grandfather had pulled a gun on him. That same crushing feeling. The helplessness of a child standing before something he could never hope to fight. Kelly felt it again now.
And the most horrifying part…The woman hadn't done anything. She wasn't attacking him…She wasn't threatening him. She was simply sitting there calmly, effortlessly upon that throne. Like a queen observing something insignificant. In her presence, Kelly instinctively understood something. To her…He was nothing. A being so far beneath her that he barely even registered.
And yet she sat there with absolute composure, as if she existed far above everything else. For what felt like the first time in his life, Kelly finally understood the true meaning of royal presence. Not the kind worn by rulers with crowns or robes. Not the authority of politicians or religious figures.
