Raoul was concentrating on the floor because he knew if he looked up his expression would give him away.  He had known not his father's role the sickness and death of his mother.  Nor had he known that in her last moment she had asked for him by her side.  He would have been there while she was so scared.  He would have held her hand.  Instead he had been isolated from her in her last few days.  Looking back now it was likely to keep her from passing on secrets of his father to him.<br/><br/>The king smiled a little, "I am flattered little princess that you think so highly of me.  But I am nothing so important." He sighed a little and walked across the room running his hands across the stones contemplatively as he approached a dark corner.