The White Knight shifted on the floor. “Do you mind repeating that?” Oh, how he wished he had his knife now. “Do you mean to suggest that Delilah is in relation to royal scum?” Delilah’s chin lifted involuntarily.
“That’s impossible.” she whispered, but there was no disguising the doubt in her voice. “My was a…a… tinker man.” Prince Darsie rubbed his nose in embarrassment.
“I take it then,” he started unsurely, “I take it then, that you haven’t heard the rumors?”
“Only the ones I’ve started myself.” Delilah sniffed proudly.
“Did you ever know your father?” Darsie didn’t seem comfortable discussing this in the castle’s dungeon. Delilah was silent. “I rest my case.”