Clean Slate

...Crafted from silver and ivory, decorated with blue sapphires and drenched in the dried blood of a thousand enemy warrior, his throne was somewhat a ghastly sight. Yet Yavya had no fear, for she was not an enemy. She certainly was not on the same side with these creatures, but neither was she here to fight. Yavya's train of thought was suddenly but not unexpectedly interrupted when the King himself entered through the oval-shaped doors. She fell to her knees in sign of respect. Yavya had no idea if kneeling down even was the right way to show one's respect in this world...