It was probably the only chance they had at the moment, outside of finding the actual new king. If they could persuade people that there was a king, who was not Asen. If they could start people talking... It would undermine Asen.

He looked around there were some ministers in the courtyard and some servants walking through. Not all had that glassy look of Asen's control.

"If this works. We must get their attention." He told Inigo before stepping back slightly, keeping the blanket wrapped around him. He knelt down in front of his friend and leaned forwards until his palms touched the icy cobbles, ignoring how much his arms were shaking.

It's wrong. Inigo isn't his king even if he feels like him but if Taiki could lie about Asen he can lie about Inigo. Tai depends on it. He lowers his head, only a fraction before he stops, arms locked as his body refused to bend lower, refused to bow down.

For Tai he reminded himself, squeezing his eyes shut as he tried to break through the barrier. Pain filled him, sweat beaded on his head as he tried desperately to bend his arms, to lower his head.

He's done it before, fought through this pain and so he will do it again, he grit his teeth and yet still his head went no lower.