Her Father
Elias stalked back to the castle, knowing his Grandmother most likely wished he fell down the staircase and cracked his skull open. He entered his castle and walked down the hallways, only to see a familiar person standing by his study doors. Weston had a file in hand and a confused look on his face.
"Should I be worried that you sired a child, Your Majesty?" Weston asked, handing the folder to Elias.
A paternity test that needed a quick result… Weston debated the idea of badgering the King for an answer.
"That was quick, as expected of your efficiency." Elias wordlessly took the folder and slipped out the paper. He raised a brow at the results. Without another glance, he placed the paper back into the folder and headed for the door.
"Your Majesty!" Weston hissed, chasing up to the irritating King.
"It's late. Head home."