The Lady Amalthea glanced over her shoulder from her watch at the fire towards the men as her lips pursed. A sorrowful look crept over her features, a lonesome sigh passing from her. Molly pinched the bridge of her nose slightly and let out a huff before peeking outside of the kitchen to make sure the king was not there before looking back at them.

	"You would not understand. The king only keeps two things in his presence. That is what is needed and that which makes him happy. A few guards is all he needs to keep his kingdom in line for he has other things which tend to all needs. I am only here because he feels I am needed for the Lady Amalthea and.." she paused as she cat rubbed up against her leg, the gentle tap of its pegleg echoing from the stone.

	"The Lady Amalthea is the only thing which makes him happy," she sighed. The Lady Amalthea looked down grimly before turning her head and looking back at the flames flickering in the hearth.

	"You will have your meeting in the morning," Molly began but was cut off as the last rays of sun set and the castle quaked slightly from beneath, a gravely high pitched roar echoing through the stone.