Princess Rivalee (Sec 3 Part 3)

“I see, your Majesty is pleased.” The Composer murmured smugly.

The King’s eyes flickered back to the small man behind him. “Yes, very. The performance tonight was your best yet.”

“You give me too much credit. Everyone knows you were more impressed with a certain singer.”

Sealidan smiled. “Yes, I daresay I was very taken with her.”

“Did you find her that agreeable?” There as a slight tone of disbelief in the Composer’s voice.

“She’s intelligent and I found her thirst for knowledge very appealing. Witty, clever, and a celestial voice? How could one not be intrigued?”

The Composer moved to his side. “While that is all well and good, may I remind his Majesty that she is of common blood and you have been disregarding your very distinguished guests.”

Sealidan’s eyes flashed dangerously. “Haven’t you been constantly badgering me that to get married and produce and heir?”

“‘Married’ is the key word in that sentence your Majesty. She doesn’t have the necessary requirements to become Queen. Illegitimate heirs only cause problems. So why are you even wasting your time with her?”

“Because unlike you I actually like her.” Sealidan retorted.

A good-natured grin slipped onto the Composer’s face and he bowed. “I see that I have overstepped my bounds.” His came up and he raised a brow to the King. “But I’m sure that my liege will see sense soon enough. I brought her for your entertainment, remember she is just a toy. The way you treat her makes me nervous. Had I known I would never have brought her along to begin with.”

“I will try to keep your words close to my heart, Windleton. I don’t think you need to worry, the girl seems to feel the social barrier as keenly as I do. Although now I have to ask... what would you do if I did become completely and helplessly infatuated with the girl?”

The Composer faced his King head on and stated very clearly. “I would do my duty with Sealidan’s best interest in mind. I would take care of her.”

The King’s expression darkened almost imperceptibly. “Even if it meant your death?”

“Since when has my life been a factor in my actions?”

Sealidan looked across the room, eyes following the dancing figures. “Then hope that the good of Sealidan never brings you across my path. I will show no mercy.”

“As expected of my King.”