"...You're mine."
"....?" Marlik furrowed his brows slightly as he stared at Renara, seemingly needing a moment to properly process what she had just said to his face. "I've never felt an insult like this before."
"But that's easily solved." He then raised his hand without taking his eyes off her, preparing to give the order to attack and bring the enormous force behind him crashing forward. "Hedrick will come out after I mutilate your corpse a little."
"As much as I'd like to start the battle too, wait a moment." Renara raised her hand and pointed toward the followers of the Council of Thrones standing farther to the side. "And ask them why more blood hasn't been spilled between us over the past three years."
"...?" Keeping his hand raised in place, Marlik glanced to the side toward the group she had indicated, his expression immediately becoming even more unpleasant. "Is there a reason other than the fact that you're useless eunuchs?"
