ORTON'S POV
"What's with you and that lady?" Asked the King in a steely voice, like the edge of a honed blade.
I held back the urge to let out an angry growl. "Father, I don't know what you're talking about,"
His raised brows told me he thought otherwise. "Then where is Emrys?"
I shrugged as I shifted uncomfortably on my seat, "He went to attend to something," I respondly in a rash tone.
"Oh I see and since when did he start running off from meetings?"
My nose flared at his question, "Maybe you should ask him father," I gritted through clenched teeth.
Sitting across from the table was Kane who was staring at me suspiciously. Hell! It was obvious he wasn't buying anything I was saying.
Who gives a flip though?
It wasn't like I cared for Kane's opinion but somehow, he was acting
