"Y-you?" Lyssa's tongue suddenly went leaden. Her breath hitched in her throat as she realized exactly who was standing before her.
Without waiting for a second command, Lyssa dropped to her knees on the cold marble floor. Dominique, standing just behind her, followed suit, prostrating herself with a frantic, clumsy desperation. Lyssa's body trembled violently. Every dark rumor she had ever heard regarding the King of Prussia's cruelty suddenly flooded her mind.
"Forgive me, Your Majesty. I truly did not know you were the King. Please, forgive my presumption and my disrespectful behavior during our journey," Lyssa said, her voice fracturing with a heavy tremor. She bowed her head as low as possible, not daring to look even at the tips of the man's boots.
Heavy footsteps approached. The rustle of luxurious robes sweeping across the floor sounded like thunder in Lyssa's terrified ears.
