Evadne
"You're lying," she spits, cheeks growing flushed with anger. "I may not matter to him, but his child does. He would never abandon me here if you had told him--"
"Have you no sense of self preservation?" It's not an insult, but she flinches like I have slapped her again. "If he gave the order to have you cut down, what difference do you think it'd make if you're carrying his child? It's a baby. Babies can be made by anything with a cunt. You think yourself a sacred vessel for or are you just a complete air head?"
She shoots to her feet and I stay perfectly relaxed as she storms forward on her pretty, broken ankle, only to be halted when the chain on her ankle runs out.
"I am Queen--"
