In an instant, Lorelai felt as if she was falling; as if the earth crumbled beneath her feet.
Without even realizing it, she clenched her fists behind the flowing skirt of her dress so tightly that her nails left deep marks on the skin of her palms. Lorelai could not understand what was happening and more importantly, she could not find it in her to face Rhaegar.
'This cannot be happening... The Gypsy man I spent the night with is actually the Lycan King?' Even if someone were to pinch her cheek and tell her all that was a dream, she would not believe them. Something as outrageous as that was just entirely impossible.
The princess struggled to remain calm; a mad fit of hysteria was about to split her body in half. Even the ridiculous and absurd theatrical plays the commoners liked to watch could never come up with a plot twist like this. It was ludicrous.
The correct way to pronounce Rhaegar's name is "Rey-gar"