It had been quiet until the blonde woman entered the room. Her voice was calm but there was something off with her posture and the way she presented herself to them. Andi wondered what was wrong with the woman until the name 'Roman' appeared again. He was the tall man, wasn't he? For a few moments Andi wondered if the tall man had been hurt but she let the thoughts drop quickly. 

When the woman left Andi sat on one of the plush chairs that was pushed against the wall before rubbing the scars on her neck. It was a habit she had formed over the years when she was in deep thought.  Camille had often commented on the habit and Andi had only ever joked about it.

Was she presentable in a throne room? Her dress with its tattered and dirty hem hardly seemed worthy to be in such a grand place. Her clothes still smelled of animal blood from her latest job and she didn't think that she could keep on hiding her scars with her hands or her hair. Her makeshift bandage had been lost in the scuffle and without it she felt nude. Her neck was almost always covered up by something. After a few moments of thinking things over Andi made her decision. "Take me to the throne room." 

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Roman had been patched up with a few stitches before the doctor quietly left the room to allow the King to talk to Roman. It was more of a one-sided conversation than anything else. Roman was quiet like always although he answered when he felt it was necessary. He assumed that being asked about how he was injured would count towards needing to speak up.

"I was protecting her." Roman sat a little straighter and looked at the King. "I was making sure that she or the human woman would not fall into harm's way." 

They never agreed on what was best for Ophelia. Roman wanted her to be free to make her own choices and to fight her own battles. Her father on the other hand, wanted his daughter to live a sheltered life where she was never harmed and if any harm was to come, there would be someone else to take it. With the rift growing between the two men it was hard for many people to be in the same room as them. They cast a heavy shadow over everyone and everything.

"She is my [i]daughter[/i]." The king hissed out. His eyes narrowed as he studied Roman with a cold stare. "She does not need your so called protection!" It was no surprise that the king placed his daughter's safety above all else, his wife had perished many years ago and he did not want the same fate for his daughter. 

Roman was quiet as the king sized him up once more. "You will no longer guard her." He spat out. "It's obvious that you can't even protect yourself." With that the king stalked out of the room, leaving Roman in silence.