The king's face was not looking very good. He looked at Ishtar, who was staring right back at him, showing him no respect at all, and then at Angelica, whose expression was very cold and was at a loss for words. He did not dare anger the goddess. If he did, he was sure his life would be forfeit. But what he could not stand was that a lowly slave now stood above him. He had been trying to get the goddess to come and speak with him so he could gain her favor, but it seemed it was all for naught. He had wanted to make use of the girl the goddess had taken a liking to, but he never thought that the girl would actually end up taking the little girl as her daughter.
He could only grit his teeth as he lowered his head. "My apologies. I only wished to congratulate the girl on her new status."
