“Father?” Amie asked. King Adrian chuckled at her words. He wondered how she managed to keep a straight face. Her face at this moment may have been innocent yet slightly confused, but he saw right through it. If one gave her a knife, she would have carved a flesh offering from his skin for the Venerable Lady.
“You try your wedding dress. Your fiancé and I will talk in the other room.” Mr. Krain said and nodded to the king to follow him. Amie’s eyes watched King Adrian as he followed her father. As he made to pass her, she grabbed his sleeve, causing him to pause.
“You did not think to tell me?” she whispered to him with innocent eyes.
“You have been busy.” he answered.
“You have a good talk then.” she said, but he could hear the hidden warning. He was not quite sure what she wanted him to leave out about them and about Walter when he talked to her father; after all, they had never really discussed this.