( He’s a bit of a misogynist. And really, he’s not taking this situation as seriously as he should. He truly is daft. )
❝So yeah, where’s the king?❞
[ She can feel the heat unfurling in the palm of her hand, spreading out to the tips of her fingers, threatening to become the fireball she’s used so many times before. Yet she restrains herself. ]
❝He’s dead. Much like you will be if you do not show some respect.❞