John Hill clasped his hands together in front of him, a slow and gentle smile spreading across his face as if veiled by a thin layer, its true emotions impenetrable to anyone.
He spoke softly, "Kris, how long have you been with me?"
"Since the Second Prince chose me from the guard camp at the age of ten, it has been eighteen years now," Kris answered truthfully.
John Hill nodded, his voice tinged with a hint of emotion, "Eighteen years, huh..."
But in the next second, a sharpness flashed in his eyes, "Then you should know very well, what is the greatest taboo while being beside me!"
His voice was not loud, yet it carried an overwhelming oppressive force, bearing down straight on Kris.
Kris felt a chill down his spine and abruptly knelt on one knee, pledging his loyalty with the ritual of master and servant of C Country, "Second Prince, my loyalty to you is unwavering, without any double-heartedness!"
"Loyalty?"
