“If you think I’m the best that my kingdom has to offer, you’re terribly mistaken.” Elma raised her chin, fixing Rune with a deadly gaze. “It is not up to you. You are mine. I am the queen. And as such, when I tell you to escort me to my chambers,” she said, enunciating slowly and clearly as if speaking to a foolish child, “you obey. And when I tell you to bring me a head on a platter, you obey. Is that clear?” A storm continued to rage behind Rune’s eyes. But at last, he said stiffly, “Yes, Your Majesty.”
