Both Roland and Miranda had been silent about Sofia's announcement since they left the dinner table, even though there were many things Miranda wanted to say, but now that they were up in their own room conversation began to flow freely.
Roland was furious and felt as though his daughter had been taken advantage of in some way. He paced the floor in their sitting room; it was not the first time he had done this, the evidence coming from the worn carpet having obviously seen its share of pacing. Finally, Roland came to sit on the corner of the bed and rest his head in his hands, half hunched over.
Miranda, now in her evening gown, could see the tension on Roland's face - the lines on his forehead were a dead giveaway. She sat down beside him and laid her head softly on his shoulder. She could have told him that he was the King and he could forbid it, she could have told him that she had seen this coming ever since Sofia was a young girl, but instead she simply reminded him that they were once considered an odd pair and the love they felt for one another was worth the initial outcry, after all, some traditions were meant to be done away with.
Per usual, Roland came up with excuses as to why this was not the same and then started pacing at the thought of Sofia and Cedric getting romantically involved. Miranda smiled softly and he stopped dead in his tracks. He knew she was right and her calm serenity finally washed over him.
He wasn't pleased but Roland thought that the right example to set is one of an accepting and loving King, especially when it came to Sofia's choices. He needed to be supportive at this critical time, of all his children, and what better show of support than announcing Sofia's choice publicly before the invitations went out. It was never usually done this way but Miranda was right, they were not the traditional family.