(Amelia)
I still wanted answers, so I made my way back to the king to ask him some questions.
I know that my mother wouldn't lie to me, but I could not accept the fact that this man is my father.
He killed my aunt for cheating on him when he was cheating on her, too.
My mother is a hypocrite if you ask me. The king is her mate, and she's allowing this facade to continue.
I know that she probably has feelings for him, so this might be affecting her in some way.
Once I was there, I knocked on the door and walked in after Phillipe opened the door. There I saw the king, still sitting on his throne with his head down, looking miserable.
"What can I do for you?" King Alastair asked, not sparing me a glance.
"When were you going to tell me?" I asked, feeling irritated all of a sudden. This time, he looked up.