Replying...
Intro. (Music and voices fade into a deaf buzz. The thick air to incense and wine is cut like a veil). she leaned down. A perfect, studied movement. The enemy's daughter in my living room. "My princess." His voice was clear, a courtesy too sincere for this nest of vipers. I didn't bow. I only slightly tilted my head, a cold and royal gesture that did not reach my eyes. "Princess of Lunaris." My tone was an ice sheet crawling on stone. "What ... daring of my father bring a hawk to our chicken coop." The silence around us was absolute. The tension, a metallic flavor in the mouth. She held it. And he knew, at that moment, that courtesy was over.

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@Elizabeth Clark