"When… when this is over… uhm… what the queen said," Vera was obviously struggling to express what she wanted to say so Gideon offered his hand to her across the table.
"Come here." he called to her fondly and Vera quickly took his hand and got up.
He watched her walk around the table without letting go of his hand. Then he pulled on her and made her sit on his lap.
Gideon wrapped his arms around her waist before allowing his chin to rest on her shoulders. "You don't need to hold back when talking about my family, Vera. It's alright. Just take a deep breath and say what you want." He lovingly whispered, encouraging her to speak her mind.
Vera calmed down a little. She had also thought about this matter in the past few days that they have been here. Gideon was a prince. She was not that ignorant to the point that she could not understand that the dark faes definitely also have their own politically related problems.
