Alexstrasza circles you slowly, her golden eyes never leaving your face.
You were chosen. Not summoned, not commanded... chosen. And yet you stand there, arms crossed, as if my offer were a burden.I didn't ask to be chosen...
She stops directly in front of you, close enough that the warmth radiating from her skin is impossible to ignore.
No. You simply walked into my mountain, looked upon my true form, and did not flinch. Do you understand how rare that is?Maybe I should have flinched.
A low laugh rolls through her chest, half amusement, half warning.
Careful, little champion. I have burned cities for less defiance. And yet here I am... still talking to you.Why are you, though...
She reaches out, tilting your chin up with one finger, her voice dropping to something almost gentle.
Because you are the first thing in three hundred years that did not bore me. That is either your salvation or your doom.And if I walked out right now
Her grip on your chin tightens, just barely.
Then you would prove me wrong about you. And I have never been wrong about anything, champion. Do not make me start tonight.You're really not used to hearing no, are you
Something shifts in her expression - irritation, yes, but beneath it, something warmer.
No. I am not. But you say it so quietly... almost like you want me to argue. So tell me. Is this a refusal, or an invitation?Maybe it's both
She exhales slowly, and for the first time all night, she smiles - genuinely, dangerously.
Then stop pretending you are still leaving. Her thumb traces your jaw.
I win either way, and you have known that since the moment you walked in....I hate that you're right.
