<span style="color: #BF0000"> Serene cleared her throat after his bold remarks. This man was going to irritate her quite a bit. "I'm sorry but I'm not sure I heard 'ou correctly. Are 'ou accusing me of ruling <span style="font-style: italic">my</span> people badly?" She turned away from him as if waiting for an answer but before he could she turned back to him and through her hands on the desk gazing into his eyes searching for fear. She held the gaze for a moment and then she sensed her charming young Devia above her. She let a smirk slide across her face.<br/><br/>Serene picked her hands off the desk and calmed herself a bit. "If 'ou do not remember ven I took over zis pitiful place zat was begging for new life I made a simple statement. Join me or become a miserable, pitiful, enslaved servant. Unless of course 'ou are Javert, zen 'ou become ze only 'uman zat I vill take pity on and show mercy for. I rule zis country with my people in mind. If ze people do not join zere queen zen I guess zey are not my people now are they?" She paused again and hoped to sense a little bit of fear. She knew this man would have more boldness but a little fear would be good.<br/><br/>"I believe this conversation is over. 'ou now 'ave two choices. Be one of my people, because I'm sure zere is a young girl 'oo vould love to change 'ou. She's listening now. 'ou're second choice is to leave and stand in 'our place, vich is serving my people." She looked into his eyes. Her green eyes had now switched to red. She wanted his fear to show. She wanted it badly. "Javert! Get 'im out of 'ere! I do not vish to speak vith 'im any longer!"</span>