“What the hell have you been doing all the time that you got married?” The king bellowed and woke up from his seat. Rosamund remained seated, her face composed, her posture uptight. Demir was also present in the room as a protocol for royalty. Seeing the king angry, he stepped forward but was stopped when Rosamund held her hand up under the table. That made Demir resume his place besides her. Although the movement didn’t go unnoticed, as Rosamund thought.
“What do you think you are doing, Sir Demir?” it was the queen who questioned, her face full of anger.
“Doing my duty, your majesty.” Demir replied, his face emotionless. His answer seemed to have angered them both as their faces turned even more red. The king pushed back the chair and stomped towards Demir in a threatening way. Demir s
