Because of that, she had become careful with her words, choosing them with thought and restraint, determined never to accidentally push someone toward death.
"I apologize for my rudeness, Your Majesty," Naveer said at last. She lowered her head, though part of her still struggled to believe that a human sat above her.
Even, a measure of respect began to take root in her. "I promise I will watch my words, and I will not speak ill of His Majesty or you, Your Majesty."
[As for the knight who killed my lovely specimens, I will never stop speaking ill of him.]
Primrose hissed inwardly, realizing that Leofric really had too many enemies for his own good. Sometimes she wondered if he needed a cleansing ritual to drive away all the evil spirits that clung to him.
"Thank you for your understanding, Lady Naveer." Primrose smoothed her tone and offered a calm smile. "Please, take a seat."
