"What is this all about, Queen Ella?" I asked, keeping my voice steady despite the cold steel grazing my neck.
"Just answer my question," she replied curtly, her usual warmth replaced with an almost menacing resolve.
I frowned, her demand sitting uneasily with me. "I don't think your question is something appropriate enough to answer," I said firmly, meeting her gaze.
For starters, why did she even care about something like this?
What Snow and I did—or didn't do—was none of her business.
It didn't affect her position as Empress or her status within the empire.
If anything, it only concerned Snow and me. Whatever personal grudge or worry she had didn't give her the right to press me like this, let alone threaten me.
In the game, the Empress was always depicted as a mysterious figure—a kind, graceful, and somewhat tragic partner to the Emperor.
