She sat down in the other chair across from him. She studied him for a second. She smiled for a second.<br/><br/>"You speak to me with such acid in your tone..." She chimed in, "Have I done something to anger you?"<br/><br/>Her eyes went soft. How could she have done anything? It was her that treated a stranger with an un-queen like attitude. She even prepared a meal for him. What did she do that made him pissed off in her presence. She played with a strand of her hair. It was a nervous habit for her. She stopped when he didn't answer.<br/><br/>"If I have done anything I will make it right. I would rather not have my guest be miserable in my presence."<br/><br/>Her hands clutched her dress. She had never felt her heartbeat so much before. Her long eyelashes batted down as she sought her mind to answer the question of what she did...