Liam recovered from his shock and then quietly followed the deceptively young and feminine King.
No matter how much he racked his brain, he couldn't remember seeing such a person in his last life. Not that he had met the King in person.
But he had seen the pictures and the victory parades that happened after successfully defending the invasions.
He was sure that the King was supposed to look like Dumbledore and not like a trap.
How could something major like this change? He had no idea. He also had no other choice except to roll with the punches.
"Your highness." Liam bowed and humbly greeted, while still standing. In front of him, the young King sat down on the huge couch in the chambers.
He had one leg crossed over the other and the man's soulful eyes stared at him silently for a couple of minutes.
Then, as if it was an afterthought, he waved his hand, gesturing Liam to sit down.
