[ and she stares at him with something like disbelief and scorn and wonder painting her features. while she might be marvelling at his gall to ask her, a greater part of her is struck by the fact that he is asking. she'd laugh, but it doesn't manage to be funny. at another time, when she was better used to his presence and the changes time have laid in him, she might scoff at him, respond with a taunt - right now, she is simply caught too off-guard to toss up bravado.
livid and uncertain, she speaks terse but firm. ]
And what is it you're fighting for here, great king?
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livid and uncertain, she speaks terse but firm. ]
And what is it you're fighting for here, great king?