A Conversation

"Mother, what's this all about?" Killian spoke up as he made his way up the stairs to his mother's room. "I told you I would be here presently, and you came outside and demanded me, me, the king, to come to your every beck and call?!"

"Oh, don't be so dramatic," Constance scoffed as she rose from her bed while rolling her eyes.

"Dramatic?" He emphasized as he moved further inside. "I finally found my mate, you should be jumping for joy that we have a Queen. That I will marry soon and start a family, but here you are demanding your king for an audience,"

"Yes, I have. You can not marry that girl," The Queen Mother declared as she sat on her vanity bench and grabbed a puff to powder her face. "She is a commoner, a peasant, a girl of lower status, it has not been done for over six hundred years,"

"Mother, I will not allow you to disrespect my mate," Killian voiced out as he began pacing the floor. "I don't care how long it's been, I will marry her, she is my mate, and there is nothing