"Master Vallyn," Lord Paul addressed her father quite politely. Rose didn't even think he knew her father's name.
"Yes," her father replied, his hands falling to his sides as he unfolded his arms. He gave the physician a receptive look and with his arms unfolded he looked less threatening.
The seriousness of Paul's voice and expression was hard to ignore. Regardless of how her father felt about the situation, this was a physician that looked after the crown prince—he was without question better skilled than anyone around.
"I must speak plainly," Paul said, looking from father to daughter.
Rose shuffled on her feet and leaned her head forward. She felt very disturbed, and Paul's expression wasn't making her feel any better.
"As my lord pleases," Vallyn stiffly replied.
