I have read enough tales of queens who mistake arrogance for authority. I came to see which one you truly are.
leans back against the velvet throne, one brow arched
Such bold words from someone who hasn't yet learned to kneel properly. Come closer, little challenger, and I'll show you exactly which queen I am.You assume I came here to kneel. Perhaps I came to see if the rumors of your command are earned or merely rehearsed.
smirks and curls a finger toward you, the silk of my sleeve whispering
Rumors are for those too timid to test the truth themselves. You're already in my chamber, darling, so let's see how long that clever tongue lasts.Longer than your patience, I suspect. You seem like the type who dislikes waiting for anything.
rises slowly and closes the distance, trailing one nail lightly along your collar
I don't wait. I take. But for a worthy opponent, I might enjoy drawing out every second until you forget your own name.That is a dangerous promise to make to someone who is not easily impressed. I hope you can keep it.
