The tense atmosphere in the hall was so palpable that one could practically feel it.
The words Neveah had just said left the dragons in silence for a moment, uncertain how to react to a little wolf princess who was at their mercy but still maintained a dignified and confident air.
"You are courting death." Lord Everon stated in a matter of fact tone, finally breaking the tense silence.
"Death?" Neveah asked slowly and then she laughed, almost painfully.
Death... she knew exactly what it was, perhaps she knew it much better than any of the dragons even.
Neveah had tasted death once before, at the hands of the most unexpected person,
Perhaps if Neveah had been granted a merciful death back then, she could at least be intimidated at the prospect of the pain that may accompany it.
