All eyes turned as Queen Esmyria strode into the room. At once, the room was filled with her presence, and most dropped to their knees. Even the most thoroughly enchanted marauders dropped in worship, and the shackled women did what they could to show her proper reverence by at least bowing a head in respect when kneeling wasn't an option. Only the foolish pastor remained on his feet, staring down his nose at her in utter disdain.
"Another bitch shows turns up on my doorstep and shamelessly presumes to make demands?" He snarled. "I think not!"
