Rank - 55 More WordsI found the place where Id been ordered to wait. The floor was trashed, the walls covered in graffiti. It was a putrid place; it smelt foul. It was so absurdly dark in here. I waited; finally he stomped in. His smirk made me wince. I bowed formally, stiffly.Brave, your Highness. He laughed. Brave.
Dialogue - 55 WordsWeve been quiet for so long, I have to know. Are you all right, Master? I ask, somewhat hesitantly.Dont call me that, he says with trepidation. Youve seen me cry; skip the honorific.Youre like a father to me. Its a token of respect.Then call me father. He looks irritated. Or brother. Please.