Madeline felt herself gulp at the voice that spoke to her. The hand was stopping her from opening the door, and she wondered why she even stepped inside this room when she wasn't willing to have dinner with this man.
Staring at the door, she demanded, "I want to go back to the room."
"Is that how you speak to your King?" his words demanded with an edge in it, his hand that was on the door moved towards her.
Madeline closed her eyes, forgetting in her anger and desperation that this man was not only the King, but he could kill anyone he wanted, and no one would ever hear of it.
"Please, I want to go back to the room," she added her request, her eyes eyeing his hand to make sure it wasn't going to get closer.
