“It’s always war with you!” Elma roared; all that pent-up pain of betrayal, the fear of her crown, rising in her like a gale. Her throat was raw with the force of her words. “Godwin, Luca. Get out of my room. Bring the body with you. And if either of you bring up war with Slödava again, I will take your eyes out.” Rune watched her with something like lustful awe, his mouth falling open slightly.
