“I knew you had it in you,” he whispered. He didn’t say what she had in her. Shit, maybe. Lies, probably. Doubts, definitely. But she, the stupid arse, had to make the big gesture. So, at least till she found some way to wriggle out of it, she’d cut her choices down to two. Empress or death. She regretted it already, of course. Just like always. But now she was stuck with it. Just like always.
