And he screamed out. "Yes, your highness." And his voice cracked, as he fell to his knees crying. "Yes, your highness, yes, your Highness, YES, YOUR HIGHNESS!" Sounding like a broken record as tears pour down his face. His tone became mocking as his eyes showed the fire in him "Yes, your highness, you will not call me such a thing as highness, for i have less royalty then a silver spoon, and less loyalty then a dog. I am no highness." He chuckled sadly before looking up at the man "no, actually, call me highness, remind me each and everyday that I am not a highness, that I am not royal, im not loyal, remind me I'm not dignified or refined, remind me I am scum, a unruly peasant, remind me each and everyday."
The man stood before the younger boy, before falling to one knee a hand over heart, bowing to him. "Yes, your highness."
-riley king
