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“Hæ.”
[Hi.]
I waved at Aalton, walking into the living littoral I gave to him on his arrival at my palace, and gestured for the Stulkas tending him to leave us.
“Yðar hátign.”
[Your majesty.]
Aalton rushed to his feet the minute his eyes met mine, bowing to greet me, and I smiled, giving him a gentle pat on the back before having him sit down.
“Þú þarft ekki að beygja þig fyrir mér í hvert skipti sem þú sérð mig, Aalton. Þú ert ekki viðfangsefnið mitt.”
[You don’t need to bow to me every time you see me, Aalton. You are not my subject.]
The young merman frowns in confusion as he shakes his head.
“Þú ert prinsessa ríkis okkar. Ég verð að beygja mig fyrir þér.”
[You are the princess of our kingdom. I have to bow to you.]
How cute.
“Öðrum já, ég er kóngafólk og kre
