Princess Emerelda remained, balling on her stomach on her bed before dinner arrived, and after it was taken. She now sits on a hard wooden chair in the main dinning hall between her uncle, Lord Thalanger and Sir Knight Calven. She is not only struggling to sit still on her chair but she is struggling inside. She is embarrassed that the man sitting beside her has seen her naked and is caring on like it was nothing. He is engrossed in a debate with Emerelda’s uncle, his father, King Abmute and a variety of their loyal knights.
Calven turns to Emerelda slightly and utters to her from the side of his mouth threw a smile, “Stop squirming, child.” Emerelda only then realizes that she has been. This only makes her squirm more now that she is thinking about it. More disturbing than that is the fact he continuously refers to her as child. Why child? He has has shown her no respect yet. Emerelda is horrified.
“Sit still…or I will have a servant fetch you a pillow?” Calven only retreats back to his conversation. No one seemed to noticed he had talked to Emerelda, or that she was even present for that matter. She looked to him. She hasn’t had an examining look at him til now. He was masculine. She has seen his build, felt it too. He had a stern girl, strong chin, and rough dimples. His light brown hair is nicely tended to. With warm, dark, blue eyes, they were too icy to gaze into. Child? He wasn’t much older than Emerelda, maybe only four years.
“What is it child?” Calven once again was also keeping an eye on her.