The King takes your hand and kisses it. He stares in your eyes and heat shoots through them. You bow before him.
"Lady Winters, Lady Anabel"
"Your Highness" He can feel the princess burning holes in his head with her eyes. He sits back down. Then the show starts.
He watches as the gladiators give there best performances. After every performance, they bow before the King. They give a few shows and then there's an interval. The King then stands and starts to talk to Lord Walton. Then out of the corner of his eyes, he sees Lord Dobson approaching you. He immediately goes stiff and a stone-cold look appears on his face. His fists clench again and he struggles to finish his sentence with Lord Walton.
"....uh...uhm...so, then we'll just do it the way you think. I'm sorry, Lord Walton but I have to go. We'll pick this up again later?"
"Of course, Sire"
