"Why would you ask that?" she asked, breathing hard. Damian realized he may have overdone it with the anger.
"Just curious. Would you rather answer your national secrets?" He could have asked for anything—important information, embarrassing personal details—but he had spared her. Her eyes softened slightly, understanding that his question wasn't a big deal. It was common knowledge that she wasn't striving for the throne. After all, she had never put in the effort.
"One last time?" she asked after composing herself.
"Famous last words.."
"Huh?"
"Nothing, just nonsense."
She glared at him, as if she wanted to eat him alive, but then looked away, and they both searched their memories for something else. Damian thought about the time Thomas had died, but it didn't elicit much of a reaction from her. Her own thoughts of a subordinate's betrayal on the battlefield weren't giving him much to work with either.
