She tapped the table with her ragged nails in a rare show of discomposure, watching his face.

"There has been a rebellion brewing there for years. Long before the king was assassinated and the queen died in childbirth. Princess Ferona," oh god was it weird to talk about herself in the third person! "assumed the throne for lack of any male heirs and had yet to marry when she suddenly disappeared."

She took a breath. "That's the thing, you know. She DISAPPEARED," this fact really couldn't be stressed enough. "They claim she's dead and her sister believes it. But if there was a body, [i]Faeryn would've known it wasn't me![/i]" 

Her face broke at the last statement and everything she'd been holding back rushed up inside her. But even then she held it back, burying her face in her hands.