William’s fork slipped from his hand to clatter loudly on his plate before tumbling to the floor. “Excuse me?” he asked, his voice laced with shock. Selester had been parading around his daughter? William felt himself bristle with anger, but he kept his emotion from showing on his face. Genna would not understand the dangers a man like Selester possessed. He would need to keep a closer eye on his wayward daughter.
He reached down to pick up the fork and set it back on the table. His appetite, so rare these days, had vaporized at her words. “I’m glad you had a good time with the Princess, Genna. But you are a young girl, and it is not considered proper for you to be strolling through the castle with old men like Lord Tyrell.”