Rose stood in her father's workshop while he stared at her with his mouth agape. He had hugged her as soon as he opened the door to let her in, then he noticed the crown on her head. He didn't say anything as he stared.
"Fat'er," Rose called, unsure of whether he approved or disapproved.
It had taken her a bit to get rid of the girls, as they immediately wanted to take her to Lady Delphine, but she knew it was too early to bother her, so she opted to see her father first.
"Yer married to the king?" He was so flabbergasted that his accent came on stronger than usual.
"I told you I might," Rose replied, moving her hands haphazardly, not quite certain what to do with them.
"I am not surprised that you did. I am surprised that it means yer Queen."
"I am," she whispered. "But there are too many things that are against us now."
"I can imagine. How do you feel?"
Rose shrugged, but she didn't tear her gaze away from her father. She still couldn't tell if he disapproved.
