"How old are you?" King Stefan asked.
"I'm Nineteen, Your Majesty." I lied.
The king smiled Knowingly. "Nine… teen." He said. "Princess Naya…" He said and my eyes widened in shock but I had my face down, then the king added. "Naya is twenty-two years old, from my calculations, so you can't be her. Though you look just a little bit older than nineteen."
"That is what everyone says to me, Your Majesty. Being a slave all through my life could be a contributing factor." I said in a shaky voice.
"Of course." King Stefan said. "Why did you run away from your master?" He asked.
"I… he… I…" I started to stutter profusely but Prince Rand quickly intervened.
"Father, what are you aiming at? Freya here has never stood before a king all through her life so please do not make it most difficult for her." He said.
