The king dropped his hand, chuckling. “I will leave three guards by the door. If they hear anything unusual, even the slightest of sounds, they will bring your head to me on a platter.” “I am doubtful my head would satisfy your pallet,” she growled. “Might I suggest a more tasteful organ?” The grin on his face was as feral as her words. The king turned, snapped his fingers, and left with half of his guards.
Is this a cunnilingus joke?? Seems out of character for her, but whatever.
