Lauralye looked over her shoulder at Robert when David's face paled. Her eyebrows knitted together when he spoke about how he thought the Prince should be dealt with. She turned to face him and caught his hand with her's. She looked up at him and spoke quietly, "We can't kill him, Robert.... That makes us no better... Besides, he should pay for what he has done... not die for it."

A thought suddenly came to her and she looked at David again, "Where's my father?" she asked, fearful.