The Queen of Hearts tightened her fists underneath their table for a moment as she tried to reign in the flicker of irritation that was beginning to burn itself through her veins. She needed to think of happy things like… tarts and tea. Afternoon tea. Tarts for dinner. Both for breakfast. And something growled. Whether it was her stomach or her mouth, she looked up and curled her lips into a well-feigned smile.
Bastard who thought they could bully her Kingdom—
She calmed herself for a moment. If he had wanted to play this kind of game then the two of them shall dance around with numbers and words. She'd make sure that she'd squeeze out every coin out of his purse strings for daring to coerce her into this. "I presume that you are willing to pay whatever the price that I'll set then, Your Majesty."
