"What did you answer him?" Egon breathed next to her lips, their chests rising and falling rapidly.
"He already has a queen," she replied, swallowing hard. "They forced her upon him when he was just twelve," she continued, persisting with her nonsensical statements that had proven effective in upsetting him and drawing him so close. "He promises to provide me with the protection of a king... He wants me to bear him an heir."
He pulled her closer, leaning in further, his grip on her arm tightening just below the threshold of pain. Their noses came tantalizingly close, almost touching.
"What did you tell him?" he demanded through clenched teeth this time, the last traces of desire fading away and being replaced by pure wrath.
Caught between wanting to hurt him and not wanting to lose him, she made a decision.
"I told him I would think about it." she lied softly.
