"I beg your pardon?" Ouriel asked, a hint of bewilderment arising in her voice. "Do you know what situation you're in at this very moment?
To the Archduchess' dismay, she didn't get an answer, not even a mere nod. With his pair of incriminating orbs, Rondum simply stared at the Archduchess. Ouriel gained the feeling that her mind was being read, but not in actuality. The sensation was quite displeasing for the woman, considering that it was inflicted by someone that she loathed from the core of her being.
Unable to tolerate his little act, Ouriel pushed her sword deeper into the man's skin.
"What? Did you lose your ability to speak now? Are you afraid, Rondum?" The Archduchess said in an attempt to taunt the former count.
