"What?" I was begging him silently in my mind and praying to the lord simultaneously for him to change his words and say something else.
"Why yes," He sat up properly on the bed as if it did not hurt him anymore and I was too shocked to even chide him. "I am afraid I should have not set it in such a blunt way but I could not refrain as I really want to meet your father."
"You cannot!" I blurted out immediately perhaps before he even stopped talking and finished his sentence. " You cannot meet my father!" I whispered to myself. Tristan was someone who knew me as I was deep inside but the reality was far from true. He was not aware of the fact that I was a princess and had the Royal crown and the title on me. What he knew was I was a commoner who was here with her aunt.
"Why ever not?" He narrowed his eyes and I looked at incredulously.