Aveline was curious, far too curious.
If she revealed who she truly was, she wanted to see what it would force out of him. He was the King, after all. Surely he would know what had happened to the family that had raised his son for ten years. Surely he would know something, even if the truth had been buried under years of silence and lies.
She wanted to ask.
She wanted to watch his face when she did.
But she held herself back.
Theron had promised her that he would find the person who had killed her parents, and though he had not yet given her any real answers, she had chosen to trust that promise for now.
He had asked her to hide her identity for a reason, and she had reasons of her own to believe that he and his father did not stand on the same side of this matter. If they had, then Theron would have introduced her properly.
