The king rose to his feet and yelled, "You are no princess! I thank the gods that your mother is not here to see what you have become!"
The words and harshness of his anger sounded bad, real bad. Worse than expected. Most misbehaving women went to the dungeon. But there had been executions many years before, women who didn't conform, scheming against the king. "Please!" Disallie begged through her tears. "I won't do it again!"
Her father rose to his feet and bellowed, "It is too late! You have shamed the royalty - you have shamed me! This cannot continue and it is clear you cannot control yourself!"
Disallie lowered her forehead to the floor and wept. She could only hope it was the dungeons.
The king took two steps closer and stopped. Disallie looked up at him through her tears. He was glaring down at her.
Her heart pounded as her mind raced through all the unthinkable things that he could do.
He said in a calmer tone, "For this, you shall be banished from Elvonia."
