The Empire of Reimia (3)

Moriner ran a cool hand over his forehead, smoothing back the hair that was falling into his eyes, adjusted his shirt and trousers, took the practiced, confident stance he had learned over months of training, and took a step forward. With a firm stride, he approached the deer and took the handkerchief, feeling the touch of the soft silk fabric. Then he knelt before the Empress, respectfully bowing his head. Hunching his back and leaning his entire body forward, he touched the tips of his lips to the elegant boots, carefully but with the precision that was characteristic of him, wiping away the remnants of his despicable spirit with the handkerchief. "On behalf of my humble person, I congratulate Your Majesty on the upcoming New Year and sincerely thank you for the opportunity to behold Your Radiance at this New Year's celebration, and especially for this gift." Extending his hands in front of him, Moriner waited to receive the gift, stood up from his knees, and returned to his place.