The reckoning of a Queen

Her warlord showed his fury, catching her hard and slamming her to the ground with little effort. Her head spun, the den a blur as she fell first to her elbows and knees, then willingly onto her side with her horned head laid lightly upon the dirt. "No." It was a painful reminder of his strength and how swiftly defeat seemed always to come. Tears filled her eyes and she shut them hard, feeling some nausea subside as the world darkened behind her eyelids. If she remained this way, Zee knew she risked falling asleep. Her eyes reopened and bore firmly into his own.

"You'll get no answers from me, vessel. If that angers you then feel free to scar me a second time." She would not and could not entertain him, not now. Her neck stretched out along the ground, the fur parting to expose the long healed slice in her flesh. Perhaps she should have feared him, though the drink had made her brave. While she displayed to him her throat as a submissive wolf might, the way she showed her teeth and the whites of her eyes to him dared him to strike her.