I was on my knees, upper body stooping down, nose almost touching the ground. I was still hot with the argument... with pain. I could feel it in my head. My face was still wet with tears.
He was on his throne and was giving the orders that had devastated me. I was not looking at him. After they were given, I could hear the others leave briskly, so that I knew we were left alone. I felt him turn his face to me. With his same stern commanding voice he said,
"As for you... "
"Yes, my Lord", I said. I had given up trying to argue... trying to present my case. He was too strong.
But there was a pause... I was waiting to hear my punishment.... or a disciplinary action. Even a beating couldn't be worse than his orders. And he continued,
"My son..."
The tone of his voice had changed. I looked up... to him... I did not expect to see tears streaming down his face. He felt my pain. I couldn't believe it. I kept looking at him and in sometime there broke a smile on his face and he said,
"You will learn to enjoy me."
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