When Jonathan told Kel she could never be a knight, she could have hit him. Punched him in the head, gut, groin, wherever she could reach. Her emotions twisted, burned, fighting for a way out.
But a princess would never allow that.
"Father..." she pleaded. It wasn't possible. Yes, he had been hesitant when he approved her wish earlier, but Jonathan always followed through with his decisions. He said that if she waited two years, she would have been strong enough. She waited three, and now this.
He shook his head and turned away. "I'm sorry, dear, I really am. I've thought about this quite some, talked to many ambassadors. No one will allow a knighted queen."
His words did nothing to calm her heart; her fists only tightened further as Jonathan continued to talk. Her eyes burned, but she refused to cry. "We'll find something else for you, Kel. Maybe lessons at the University..."
Unable to bear the conversation, Kel stormed out, the door slamming shut as the dam to her heart burst open.