Shocked, Maverick shot up from his seat. He glared at his father, fist clenched as if only a slight push would make him attack him, "This is enough insult, Your Majesty. Should I remind you that she is the future queen of Beddington? If care is not taken, due to the stupid traditions of ours, her status will go into a heavy jeopardy."
The king looked taken aback but he walked back to sit on his throne, aura now evident of his power in the throne room. He slowly looked up at his son who was standing some metres away from him before he said, "I ought to have separated you both from the beginning. Had I known better, you would not have been smitten by that young woman."
Maverick didn't understand why and how the past was supposed to be needful in this matter. He walked closer to his father, "Your Majesty if care is not taken, this might turn into a battle. Never will I allow Maxine to serve in a brothel!"
