Shaking, the girl stared up at him furiously, from her small height of five foot. "And how has your mongrel... "king...." seen me?" she hissed, her grey eyes sparking in her frighteningly pale face. Even she could smell the blood, from where she had stepped on the glass. She already felt a little woozy; she had sliced the bottoms of both her feet wide open, and aggravated the wounds by walking on them. She swayed slightly, lips a thin, white line.<br/><br/>Stepping forward, she pushed her finger into his chest firmly, not hitting him...not yet. "Answer me, dog. How has your false king seen me? I have not left the palace grounds in years; not since I was but a child." she hissed, pushing her finger against him. "Has your dog king spied upon me? Is that it? Think I am one of your bitches, that you may just traipse into my home and make these demands, and say these things?" Her voice was low as she took the final step towards him, balling her small, delicate hand into a fist. She hauled her arm back, swaying... then collapsed, eyes rolling back into her head.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>