I was taken aback by what he said. I probably didn't expect him to say such either.
I hadn't knelt infront of anyone before, except my parents.
Kneeling before Luther was like showing submission to him and acknowledging him as a superior in all aspects.
I couldn't... I shouldn't.
It was a disgrace but I couldn't disobey him either. I had angered him by appearing late, I dare not infuriate him further.
I dug my fingers into my palm and bit my lips hard as I lowered myself to the floor. I felt like I was commiting one of the most sinful thing in the world.
I knew without doubt that my late subjects and family must be fuming but I had no choice.
To seek revenge, I had to survive in any way.
I knelt with bitterness, trying my best not to make it visible in my expression. That would solve nothing but instead lead me to get more punishments.
I stared at him. He was still writing since I came in, he didn't spare me a glance.
Perhaps he was concentrating more on his work.
