"There you are, my children," King Francis said. But almost immediately, his gaze sharpened as it settled on me—the obvious intruder among his three offspring. A slight frown creased his brow, not hostile but certainly curious. "And who might this young man be?"
Before I could formulate a response, Queen Emma stepped spoke.
"This is Harold, the young man who was present during the incident I mentioned to you earlier," she explained, her tone suggesting that my presence had already been discussed and, presumably, approved.
I realized she must have briefed King Francis about the kidnapping of Judith, likely seeking his cooperation in investigating threats within his capital.
"Ah, interesting indeed," King Francis said, his penetrating gaze lingering on me/ "I do hope my children haven't caused you any difficulties, Harold."
