It was one thing to go down in history as someone who died fighting for his goal. Why would he have to go down for something he couldn't want less?
"You will not be harmed; I will see to it." Ceron interrupted, "None of you will be hurt! I will make sure no one dares."
Some fancy words those were.
"You do your thing since you won't do what you are actually supposed to." The intentional jab made the firstborn look away guiltily. He wanted to argue; of course he did. But he had nothing to say so he left.
"I want a personal guard." Reis wasn't giving up.
"Then pick someone from the troops." Yeah, and have surveillance in my room too. That's probably the only thing left.
"Your Majesty, they didn't save me." Which, Reis knew, wasn't really their fault. Thanks to a certain herb that didn't come with instructions, he was simply unable to call for help at the time. But it was a white lie for the greater good. His own good.
