ZINA
"The honored guest for this spectacle is finally here. Shall we now proceed to the fun part?"
Zina froze while Daemon's eyes rested on her, casually taking her in. She didn't know why the man kneeling before him was without his hand, nor did she know who the man could possibly be. But one thing had stood abaundantly clear and that was the fact that whatever was happening could be related to her.
"Come forward, Theta." Daemon said darkly, jumping from the banquet table that he was sitting on. He squatted before the man, although that did not in any way bring their status to that of equality.
Zina found herself moving forward on stiff feet while she noticed that Vessira had rejoined the Matriarchy Pack's banquet table.
"Your Majesty?" Zina said in an unsteady voice while Daemon produced a silver dagger from his dark royal robes.
