Bryson’s POV
“King Desmond, Glenda, and I are here to receive your orders and ready to lead troops to the Withered Hinterland any second at your words,” I respectfully greeted as I kneeled down on one knee with Glenda doing the same beside me.
We placed our right arm’s elbow on top of our bended knee and bowed our heads in respect to the King.
“You may raise.”
After hearing that, Glenda and I stood upright with arms on either side of us.
Once the King gestured for the seats on the side, we sat down and waited for him to speak. Looking at his bothered face, a feeling of anxiety rushed through my veins.
Did something happen?
He let out a sigh as he grabbed the goblet beside him, gulping down its contents before looking up at me. “I need the two of you to lead troops in the Withered Hi
