Moments passed and neither the two of them spoke.
Amy stood where she was, her eyes on the floor. King Henri stayed where he stood by the door even after the Knight had long left. "So," Amy began, breaking the ear- splitting silence that has taken over the air. "Shall we address the elephant in the room?" Remembering that they were not on the same level of speaking terms as they were before, she added, "Your Grace?"
The King's brows shot up, his body suddenly alert. "What? Where?"
Despite everything, Amy stifled a laugh. "It's just an expression," she explained. "It's a metaphor we say back home. We say it when there's something obvious that needs to be talked about but none would speak up in fear of offending someone in the room."
The King's shoulder eased, but his eyes remained focu
