Never in Lyric's entire life had he imagined himself groveling before someone like this so the very thought of it had once seemed absurd to him.
If it were his brother, his parents, or even the King himself, perhaps the prince or princess, he would have done it without hesitation. Bowing his head, kneeling and even lowering himself to the ground would not have been difficult since those were people he respected, people whose authority and status made such actions natural.
It was simply a familiar gesture among nobles, an act of respect and submission to those of higher standing.
But with Soren… it was different.
It was not about etiquette, nor about the rigid customs of nobility. What Lyric wanted to do now had nothing to do with rank or tradition.
It was remorse.
A silent confession of guilt.
A way for him to condemn himself for what he had done.
