The sound of multiple footsteps stopped and the door opened to the prison cell emitting a huge creaking noise.
"Marilyn," that was Tristan and the sound of his voice made her get out of my lap and stand up, "are you aware of what you are doing right now?"
She nodded and her eyes remained lowered.
"Were you not asked to stay away from Genevieve?" Tristan said and I frowned. He ignored me.
"I was, you highness—"
"I came down here Tristan. Marilyn did not do anything." I told while sitting on the ground and finally his eyes snapped to mine.
He looked to where I was sitting and I could see visible distaste on his face. He bent down in front of me and held his hand out, "get up genevieve. Do not sit on the floor."
I glanced at his hand and then at his face before turning mine away. "No."
"No?" He repeated, surprised. "why ever not?"