[ emilia's hand lowers back to her side, joining the one that still clutches his dagger. she is no longer pointing it at him, the dagger, but her grip on it has not loosened. does not loosen as she takes a step forward, chin raised with all her wounded defiance. he is dangerous, yes. so is she.
her own voice lowers, strands of her hair lifting as though a short and forceful wind swept through. ]
no subject
her own voice lowers, strands of her hair lifting as though a short and forceful wind swept through. ]
I was not asking.
[ she is his queen. ]