"Your Majesty!" Harrington Imara looked up into the deathly pale face of Queen Mira with great trepidation.
"Please reconsider! The King would never allow this!"
"It is my energy points to do with as I please. He may be my husband but he does not have jurisdiction over my body." Mira's tone of voice was one of quiet conviction.
"But—but Your Majesty. If I do as you command, the King will surely kill me!"
"And if you don't do as I request, do you think you will escape my wrath?"
Harrington Imara wrung his hands. He was not a person who was normally easily rattled, but this truly caused his heart to palpitate.
"Your Majesty…" he held out shaking hands in an almost futile gesture of protest.
"I've made up my mind, Harrington Imara. If you don't do it, I will find someone who will. That someone may not know how to do it as well as you."
