"Forgive us, Your Majesty! Please, have mercy on us!" Dominique instantly threw herself down, prostrating herself directly before Matthias's soil-stained boots.
Lyssa lowered her hoe slowly, setting it upon the earth with a composure that stood in stark contrast to Dominique's frantic panic. Seeing Lyssa remain motionless, Dominique lunged for the girl's arm, pulling her down by force to join the plea. Dominique pressed down on the nape of Lyssa's neck with such roughness that the girl's forehead struck the hard ground. Lyssa winced as a dull ache radiated across her brow.
"We beg for your forgiveness, Your Majesty," Dominique's voice trembled violently, nearly lost beneath the sound of her own terrified, ragged breathing.
