“Looks like you’re up, Empress. Sorry if I don’t bow or address you with the respect that you’re so used to,” he snickered as he eyed me like an eagle hovering over its prey.
Matching his steady gaze, I countered, “Why it’s 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.”
“I don’t think that would be necessary, Empress,” Wangchuk replied as he moved closer to check my restraints were properly secured. Bending down, his cold eyes met mine. “After all, I don’t recall a lady as being one who has so much bloodshed on her hands, let alone the blood of her own child.”