Camistella's gaze drifted downwards, focusing on Kimchilla's face. What an appealing figure she has! You can just imagine the king stripping her of all her finery, laying her on the bed, and unsheathing his third symbol of power!
“I’m sure it’s not about you, but about the king himself,” Camistella said in a soothing tone. “Don’t be so upset. If he doesn’t want to add such a dazzling gem to his crown, then he’s the one to blame! And you still have many opportunities to make your name known throughout the ages! Oh yes, and what brought you here? To this bustling Guild?”
Maybe the king is guided by a blue star? Such things happen with monarchs. Or maybe he just likes… certain things.