King Edward stroked his beard slowly, his mind lost in thought. His mind replayed what his daughter had told him and the information worried him, but not enough to send him into the frantic state his daughter was currently in.
"What does he see in that commoner?" the princess asked, pouting and slumping into one of the velvet seats in the king's office. The king sighed and rolled his eyes at his daughter's dramatics.
It was a few hours after the party had ended and Marina had come to frantically to tell him her story. If his daughter reported correctly on what she had seen in the garden, which was the prince kissing the female soldier, then there was some issue. The king had a sense that Prince Richard was not completely in agreement with the idea of marrying his daughter. If the prince
