âLooks like youâre up, Empress. Sorry if I donât bow or address you with the respect that youâre so used to,â he snickered as he eyed me like an eagle hovering over its prey.
Matching his steady gaze, I countered, âWhy itâs my honor to finally meet the well-known General Wangchuk. One would think that such a fine general would be gentleman enough to provide a comfortable setting for a lady.â
âI donât think that would be necessary, Empress,â Wangchuk replied as he moved closer to check my restraints were properly secured. Bending down, his cold eyes met mine. âAfter all, I donât recall a lady as being one who has so much bloodshed on her hands, let alone the blood of her own child.â