The King stared down at her with blank eyes as she cried pitifully.
"Please... You can do it. Let's... Let's go back to how we were. I am sorry. I will apologize to everyone. Ivan... Ivan is your heir. I am your queen! Remember all my ancestors have done for this kingdom. Remember how my father helped you..."
A bitter smile twisted the corners of the King's lips as he shook his head slowly. "If your father indeed helped me run this kingdom smoothly, why did I put in a lot of effort to make him have a rough death?" he retorted, his tone sharp and taunting.
Arya's eyes widened in shock, unable to fathom the truth her husband was revealing. "No," she gasped, "that can't be true. My father was loyal to you. You... were loyal to him!"
