Micah glanced at the king, curious to hear his answer. He was surprised that the wine was actually good but he had to make sure not to drink too much. Only the king was to get drunk, Micah himself wasn't planning on getting drunk. Micah nodded in agreement, "That is true, you do deserve nothing but the very best of everything for you are the king after all." he agreed. He couldn't help but feel sick to his stomach when he say the sick grin on the older man's face when he talked about the poor girl. Micah couldn't allow this to happen but he had to, he was torn right now on what to do. Just keep your mouth shut. he thought to himself. His little doll, he could only imagine what he planned on doing to her. Micah took another drink of his wine and kept his amber eyes on the lovely girl. The problem here was that he wanted her, just to save her from the king but he knew he couldn't do that. If he spoke up the king would surely be outraged and the treaty would not be signed. Nothing would be accomplished and the trip would have been for nothing. Micah watched the girl dance in front of him, he smiled warmly at her even though he knew this was bad. When she was gone, he listened to the king and nodded. "Understood." Micah answered in a voice barely above a whisper. This was bad, very bad. He knew the king was probably very upset at the fact that she had danced for him and not for the king himself.