"I know it won't do much for her but at least I am better than the King in this aspect...,"
"You are better than the King?" Mr Anderson chuckled, his index finger pointed at Amos.
"I can love her as much as I want and without being ashamed to say it over and over again. Also, I can protect her without caring about what others will say...," Amos trailed, his hands spread in the articulation of his past statement.
"It is a renowned fact that the King doesn't like or care about her. I heard he is set to marry another woman and will be thrilled if this burden of his was to die. Am I not a thousand times better than the King in this aspect huh?" Amos argued his point without an ounce of fear.
He didn't give a damn that his statement might get him into trouble especially because none knew he was the same King he bad-mouthed.
"And what do you know about the King's relationship with my daughter?" Mr Anderson retorted.
