The hall of festivities had grown so quiet that the very air seemed to hold its breath. Rosa finally looked at Kael who was locked in a staring contest with his father. His hazel eyes were ice cold like the hand that had never left hers, and if looks could kill, the King would have surely dropped dead by now.
"What do you think of all this, my son?" Berengar finally broke the silence and arched an eyebrow, his sadistic amusement poorly disguised behind a guarded expression.
Kael's lips curled into a sinister smile. "I am more inclined to hearing your thoughts, Your Majesty. So do enlighten me. What was your response to Vordania's proposal?"
"I told the King of the desert the truth, of course. There was nothing more to say about that proposal."
Rosa felt the rush of pounding blood behind her ears as the King paused, the silence like a heavy stone against her chest, suffocating her.
