"What!"
King Xavier's jaws dropped, his composure, shocked like a dropped china plate, shattering in an instant. His breathing was heavy and his heart was pounding erratically. He stared into his wife's nephew's anticipating eyes unsure if the latter knew what he was talking about or the consequences of bringing up the name of his precious dead granddaughter.
"Your Highness, I can..."
"Don't!" The king thundered, his initials astonishment replaced with rage. He stood up and pointed at Amir. "You of all people know never to mess with the name of my granddaughter and you dear feed me with such nonsense?"
"Your Highness, I have proof!" Amir quickly said, as the the king was about to call in his ruthless royal guard to chop off Amir's head.
