Serovek jerked and leveled a surprised stare on Brishen. “I’m the last legitimate Khaskem. None of my family survived the galla attack.” Serovek stepped away to bow low before Brishen. “Your Majesty,” he said in the most solemn, formal voice. Brishen sighed inwardly, fearing the casual camaraderie that had always existed between them was now a thing of the past. The costs of kingship were both great and small.
