It was all in disarray.
Alexander stared intensely at the fire, the flickering flames reflecting the burning feeling within him. His mind churned with disdain - disdain for Guinevere' birth father, Adamson, a man he had never known; and for his own father, the king who had commanded Adamson's death. But the disdain was not enough. He hated that Guinevere cared for Adamson, and the unfortunate relationship there existed between him and the crown. He despised that she had accused him of stealing her family, when all he had ever wanted was to establish her by his side, as his equal, as his queen.
He cursed under his breath. The harsh sound filled the silent room.
