SHE'S A KILLER QUEEN

They jump in front of his way, and she halts her forward attempt. The infuriated Empress halts, if only to rethink strategy for the moment, before the voices of her family cut in. Her attacker cowers and she wants nothing more than to rip his balls from his body, to free him of his male burden so that he will never inflict such a horror on another woman again. There is no sign of calming down in the Empress, not even with the arrival of her Aunt, who assumed control of the situation for now. Virgil cared not for diplomacy anymore; she had little respect for a pack of heretics who housed a rapist.
They had no idea, did they? Her gaze falls into the ruler?s once more. ?Wasn?t doing anything wrong? He raped me,? she snaps. Her body tenses again, as if she might lunge. ?Get the fuck out of the way,? she tells all those who stand before the coward. Her defenses stand maintained, but for now she does not calm down. She wants to punish, to destroy, to inflict the wrath of the heavens above upon her attacker. She knows not the reason why those surrounding her desire to defend the wretched soul, but if they do not she will break them.

Her swollen stomach should tell the deeper parts of the story, the unfortunate union of the currently feuding families, the souvenir that Virgil never wanted. Not like this.