Crystal was not necessarily afraid of her father, but she feared his actions, and she feared the things he would make her do for the sake of his legacy. She glanced at the roguish man beside her, his attentions on the bronco, his soft brown eyes still amused even when her father's tone of voice rose to startling levels of authority. The maid mothers who had tried to stop him backed away, and some of the guards even shifted in their armor, uncomfortable with the slightest sound of royal outrage. They knew that heads could fly and men could be ruined by the whims of her father's bad moods. What followed was a further extension of the indecipherable, and Crystal did not grasp what had transpired until she was reflecting upon it later in her bedroom, surrounded by guards and being instructed on a very particular set of principles by the head house servant. Her father simply pointed to the rogue and then he was surrounded by guards, as if the orchestrations of her family's power was sorcery, and the lord need only lift a finger to summon men to any corner of the globe he deemed unfit for his view.
