Her eyes widened as her hands began to sweat. The room suddenly hot and suffocating. "Do I have to repeat myself Elysia?" His voice lowered making his voice deeper.
"Forgive Your Majesty, I am deeply sorry. My tongue got the best of me." Elysia apologized, her gaze on the ground. She was literally shaking in fear as she did not know what would happen next.
"Hmm." Azreal walked closer to her, his steps slow and calculated. "Is that so? I am afraid I can not simply accept your apology." He added before stopping in front of her.
"W-what do you want me to do Your Majesty?" Elysia inquired.
"Beg like you mean it Elysia, perhaps then, I might forgive you." His dark eyes settled on her.
Not knowing what to do next, she fell to her knees. "Forgive me Your Majesty, I am deeply sorry. It shall never happen again I promise."
"Stand up Elysia, that is unnecessary, you will kneel for other things but, certainly not my forgiveness."