Inside the Palace.
"Who's he?" Amiria was appalled at his query.
"What do you mean?" She inquired.
"The male, who's he?" The King interrogated again.
Guessing he was speaking about the man who saved her, she responded with a smile.
"I don't think he's from here. His dress and everything seemed different. And–" she was cut off.
"Are you that desperate?" His utterance stung her heart.
"What do you mean?" She dreaded what he meant.
"Are you that desperate that you ran into the arms of a stranger and allow him to have his way with you,"
"I won't have you insult my dignity."
"Is this what I get after all the love I've rained on you?" His tone indicated he was hurt.
"Why aren't you believing me?"
"Because Salia saw the two of you." He hesitated for a second and implored. "Was he outfitted in a long odd white coat with a golden-brown shoe, and was his hair a lengthy white hair?"
"Yes, I-"
