"I have no words to properly express what my mind is trying to process." King Shaw held on to his beard and combed his fingers through it, his regal posture was somewhat more reserved now and he actually looked nervous as he looked around at Cecelia who was on the ground staring in shock as well. He had been utterly ignored, this had never happened in all his life, this woman was so focused on Cecelia that she failed to recognise or even acknowledge the presence of the king of Zenith in his own capital, even clearly seeing herself incapable of handling the powerhouse that was Frey she had relented u til she was unable to move a muscle beneath the elf, the king was shaken seeing someone like her, and then the idea that this woman had existed within arm's reach maybe for years under his Quee
