Hana stood ready, her sword held at her side, her gaze sweeping across the assembled guards lining the walls. She calculated quickly, assessing potential weaknesses, selecting targets based on visible armament or perceived stance.
She would choose the most advantageous opponent.
The Queen watched her evaluation with an air of faint amusement. "Ah," she said, her soft voice cutting through Hana's thoughts. "I see you are already selecting your prey. But that privilege, human, was reserved for the interesting one. The one you killed."
Hana's eyes snapped back to the throne, her posture stiffening slightly.
The Queen leaned back, her smile widening, showing just a hint of sharpened teeth. "For you, the substitute? No. I shall choose."
