When Rose asked if he’d been responsible for the incident with her boyfriend, Leolo felt a slight prickling of guilt.  But it quickly passed.  “I was,” he acknowledged.  “And considering that he already betrayed you once, I don’t regret it.  A foolish human boy like him could never be a worthy lover for you.”<br/><br/>Rose’s story about the fate of her mother came as a complete surprise.  Leolo knew that Summer’s old king had been corrupt and decadent -- rumors claimed that he even dabbled in magic stolen from the Dark Court.  But Leolo had never heard about him promising to wed a human woman.  That promise must have been false from the moment it dropped from the old king’s lips, since the Summer Court would never accept a human queen.  Unless Rose’s mother hadn’t been human?  Leolo shook his head, as if that would help knock all the pieces into place.  This certainly was a complex puzzle.<br/><br/>“I’m deeply sorry about what happened to your mother,” Leolo said sincerely.  “If it makes you feel any better, the old king paid for his crimes.  He was slaughtered by his own people when they rebelled against him.”  Cautiously, Leolo took a tentative step toward Rose.  “I led that rebellion, and my sword ended his miserable life.  That’s why I now rule here as Summer’s King.”