The Swordsmith royals remained for a few more days. They made sure the guards blocked all possible exits from the Kingspell grounds. King Dante seemed winded, not particularly liking guests making decisions for him. However, he somehow gave in, despite Queen Thora’s pleas.
“Your daughter is not a slave or a prisoner! Why would you let them do this to her?”
“It is for her own good, Thora. The girl was about to enter that stablehand’s cabin in the middle of the night!”
“But why was Killian following her? With guards?”
“We have to be grateful. She had already tarnished her reputation by attempting to visit a servant boy without a companion – in the middle of the night!”
The king’s voice was loud, his anger clear. He was trembling all over and looked older than his nearly fifty years.
