Ivan Braginski

No, I don’t." You say, bluntly. Your voice is soft, yet your words are sharp.

You’re a servant, and you’ve been in his court for a while now. You know that most people fear him. But you’ve never felt that fear. It’s almost as if you see something else in him. Something…human. You tilt your head slightly, your expression neutral. “I don’t fear you because I don’t see a king,” you reply simply.

I fear you, sir." You say, though it’s obvious that you’re lying.