Threat 2

She said, "Good evening, my Lord," bowing low with a phony cute grin. She is trying her hardest to be kind to the guy whose son is her only hope of being a Queen, and she hopes he will think well of her.

He asked, looking intently into his glass of wine "So you are the one my son's infatuated over, the one the villager's are claiming to be the future Queen?"

"Eric and I are destined to be together, my lord,"

"In front of me, you even dare to call him without his prince title?"

She considered saying, "Am his lover, what does he expect?" but she never did.

She understood that she had angered the King, but she continued to look naive with a fake grin, saying, "I apologize if that came off as disrespectful, but I have been referring to Prince Eric by just his name, which is what partners do."

"Well, I've never imaging that my son will be this clueless in picking partners," King Luther quipped , staring at Wendy from head to toes with a wrinkled nose, Wendy would have scolded him but she dare not because he was a King.

"Miss Wendy, let us return to the reason I am here. I have some questions for you, and I want you to carefully consider and respond to them, I hope am clear?"

With a painful grimace, she replied, "Yes your Majesty," since she was already sick of King Luther.

"Good, now where should I start from Hmmm."

" okay tell me more about your parents,"

"My parents died when I was just seven, and I have been living with my auntie ever since."

"Where was your parent living,"

"We were living in Casdon, my auntie and I moved to Endoria when I was nine, she also died when I was seventeen,"

"How come people don't know much about her,"

"She wasn't a social person, not a lot of people know about her,"

"How long have you and Eric been together?"

"Six month I guess,"

"And you know each other well enough,"

"Yes, Prince Eric and I knows each other secret,"

"If that's so, then how come Prince Eric doesn't know about Robert Wilson ,"

"Does that name sound familiar? She is trying her hardest to be kind to the guy whose son is her only hope of escaping poverty, and she hopes he will think well of her.

He asked, looking intently into his glass of wine "So you are the one my son's infatuated over, the one the villager's are claiming to be the future Queen?"

"Eric and I are destined to be together, my lord,"

"In front of me, you even dare to call him without his prince title?"

She considered saying, "Am his lover, what does he expect?" but she never did.

She understood that she had angered the King, but she continued to look naive with a fake grin, saying, "I apologize if that came off as disrespectful, but I have been referring to Prince Eric by just his name, which is what partners do."

"Well, I've never imaging that my son will be this clueless in picking partners," King Luther quipped , staring at Wendy from head to toes with a wrinkled nose, Wendy would have scolded him but she dare not because he was a King.

"Miss Wendy, let us return to the reason I am here, I have some questions for you, and I want you to carefully consider and respond to them, I hope am clear?"

With a pained expression, she said, "Yes, your Majesty," immediately regretting her presence with the King.

"Good, now where should I start from Hmmm..., Okay tell me more about your parents," King Luther questioned, with a stern look, stroking his goatees with his hand.

"My parents passed away when I was just seven years old, and I have been living with my aunt ever since," she replied, looking at everything but the king while fingering her necklace .

With a severe expression, King Luther persisted in his question, "Where were your parents living?"

"My aunty and I moved to Endoria when I was nine years old, and she passed away when I was seventeen,"

"How come people don't know much about her,"

"She wasn't a social person, not a lot of people know about her,"

She wondered in her mind if King Luther was looking into her.

"How long have you and Eric been together?" The next question he asked jolted Wendy back to the present.

"I suppose six months,"

"And you both know each other sufficiently,"

"Yes, Prince Eric and I are aware of one another's secrets,"

"If that is the case, why is Prince Eric unaware of Robert Wilson?"

"Does the name strike a cord?" He continues after observing Wendy's hesitant and shocked expression.

"My stupid son was your target and did a good job; you see, I know you were Mistress to Marquess Robert Wilson of Casdon, and I do not mind telling him your wereabout. He would be so happy to finally take revenge on the girl who stole all his lifesaving and brought shame to his name, I know how girls like you behave so cute to win a man's heart,"

"Please, my lord, I will do anything you want of me if you do not hand me over to the Marquess." She knelt with her head down on the floor and started to plead in a tremulous voice.

"Easily, avoid my son and cease circulating rumors that you will become queen; such blasphemy will not be tolerated in jest.

"Have a lovely miss Wendy," he added slyly as he left the room. Wendy stood up after waiting for all of the guards and maids to depart.

"That wicked old man, how did he find out about Robert?" she muttered to herself as she paced the room, her thoughts drifting to "how did Prince Eric take the news, will the King really tell Richard her whereabouts, she needs to hide somewhere for a while, will Prince Eric ever love her after hearing this?" She bit her finger hardly before rushing out to do what was on her mind, which was running away.