The reckoning of a Queen

He flinched at her words, and then the weakness was gone. Buried beneath a facade of strength. Show no weakness when you did not know the stakes. That felt right, though he could not place why.

She crawled from the alcove and faced him, showing her teeth. He took it for the challenge it was. He did not know what or why he felt possession over her, or attraction at the sight of her form, but he would not let the insult stand.

He lashed out, grabbing her by her scruff, and threw his weight into the momentum, throwing her to the floor. He was not gentle with the motions, either. Whatever inhibitions had kept gentle seem to have vanished. “Silence, woman, your bickering agitates me. Answer my questions only, direct. None of your yabbering. Where am I? Who is Sirius.” He had gone from zero to a hundred in a moment, giving her no indication that he had intended her harm, before throwing her to the floor. Now he looked down at her calmly, detached. The fear of the unknown driving him, and ensuring he kept his emotions in check.