"I only need one answer from you, peasant..." Rowena narrowed her eyes, leaning closer to Elian so not even the walls would hear her voice.
Elian stared at her with utmost boredom, and almost even pitying her. Her man did not love her, her father saw her as a means of continuity, everyone in the kingdom only smiled at her face, she had no real friends... however, he still did hate her because she indeed was a bad person.
She chose her path, and it was a path of wickedness and stupidity.
"I really do not want any problems, your highness. And I really would not like to get physical like the last time. Move." Elian warned.
Rowena's face darkened. "Oh, Elian. I will feel so satisfied watching your head severed from your body, oh wait..." she giggled. "Perhaps, I would enjoy watching you burn... just like your father did," she smiled sweetly at him, waiting for him to react so she could have something to sue him for violence.
