"I think your people might like me a little bit more if they found out I wasn't the one who killed their king," Killian playfully smiled while Ameli and Cyrus glared at him. "If not me, who do you think they will point fingers at for the king's death? The new king? The court ministers? I wonder who could be the culprit."
"Please shut your trap," Amelia muttered, tempted to throw something at him but she refrained from doing so. He was being playful but he was dangerous. Still, she understood why her first instinct in the past was to throw her shoe at his face. "We are not in the privacy of our rooms to talk about such a thing."
