The ambassador said nothing, but the war in her was clear. She chewed on her full red lip nervously, and balled her hands at her sides so hard that her knuckles turned white.<br/><br/>Then, slowly, deliberately, she walked up to the King and reached out one elegantly manicured hand and rested it on his massive bulge, squeezing gently. Unwilling to go further without his consent, she looked up and met his gaze, her scarlet eyes full of uncertainty.