Ophelia entered the tent with Dante and turned her back to him. "Take off your armour. I don't believe the story you told me. He wouldn't have missed the chance to harm you if he crossed paths with you."
"There is clothing beneath my armour. You don't need to be so shy,' said Dante.
"I am being respectful. I will assume you lied because others were around, but now, you and I should be on the same page. Did your hunt go without any trouble?" Ophelia asked, turning slightly to look at Dante.
"There was a conversation, but nothing worth worrying about happened. I am more concerned about your time when I left you. What did the queen or king say to you that led to you walking away?"
"I did not like how the queen pushed her husband's actions onto me. She is blaming me for getting his attention when I find it to be uncomfortable. I know that she cannot go against him, but to be upset with me is wrong. Can anyone outside hear us?" Ophelia asked, looking at the shadows outside the tent.
