The king was slightly taken aback by how he was addressed. He looked at Alreis for a long moment as he spoke. His voice commanded authority, but one thing he forgot was that so did the king's mere presence as well as his age and experience. Frost's father may seem horrid and cruel for forging this alliance between kingdoms at the expense of his daughter's happiness, but he was a protector to his kingdom before anything else. Including being a father. And he was no mere king. He was a hardened war veteran. It was the reason why he was a wingless fairy. He'd lost them in combat many moons ago.<br/><br/>The old man's face turned more serious and he answered him, "That appears to be correct, yes. Why?" He asked wanting to know what made this boy so cold and intimidating to others as well as what his inquiry was. Of course the king didn't appear to be intimidated. He looked him sternly in the eye and didn't budge.<br/><br/>Frost was surprised to see the seemingly not-so-gentle giant was the one she was to marry. She wasn't sure how she felt about that. She would've been more willing had he appeared to be a bit nicer, but honestly, at this point she was a little frightened. Her father had always told her horror stories about not trusting outsiders. Horrid things like they'd chop her wings off and sell them for a couple of pennies. Now she was to marry an outsider? It was very unsettling to say the least. Even if he had been friendly.