The Price of Loyalty
"I hope that Your Highness can save my life on account of my many years of service to the Drake Empire, my noble career, and my years of guarding the borders. The General of Ashford City is extremely grateful."
The General of Ashford City remained kneeling.
His head was lowered.
His hands were pressed against the cold stone beneath him, and his fingers trembled slightly despite his desperate attempt to keep them steady.
There was no trace of the arrogance he had shown earlier.
No trace of the confidence that came from commanding soldiers and guarding an important city.
At this moment, he was simply a man trying to survive.
He understood the situation clearly now.
This was not something that could be resolved through status.
It was not something that could be settled by arguing over who was right or wrong.
That was a pinnacle expert.
An existence that could make his feces splash out with a single slap.
What courage could he possibly have left?
