"You called for me?" Veira murmured, crossing her arms before the king seated upon his throne. His tail lashed impatiently behind him, while his son stood at his side, watching with uncertain eyes.
"I want you to assist me," he ordered, pointing toward her as he made his declaration.
"Really? Assist you?" Veira let out a dry laugh. "After you threw me in a cage? That's amusing." She tilted her head slightly. "Don't I get something in return?"
"You get to live."
"I mean, you can kill me," Veira shrugged, lifting her gaze to meet the king's with feigned weariness in her eyes. "That is, if you want the entire united Aelvarian Kingdom and the Celestials raining down upon your war as well…"
The guards exchanged uneasy glances, uncertainty lingering in their expressions as they awaited the king's response.
"..."
The king's claws dug into the grooves of his wooden throne while the prince cast him a wary sidelong glance.
