“Bow,” I said, the tension in the room growing. Oblivion sang to life the wisps of it curling and writhing around my hand until a blade formed. I turned to each and every person in this room. I hated people bowing to me, and I had never demanded it before, but this was not about me. This was about the one person I could not live without. I needed blind, utter loyalty for her. There would be no exceptions. “Kneel and pledge your loyalty to Dianna, the one true queen, or die for the false queen here and now.”
