Well that's not right at all. This doesn't make sense. How does he know her name, how dare he call her knight - only in an ironic context, surely - and friend? And whatever that other thing was. She finds herself momentarily, unforgivably speechless. The queen is watching. Get on with it.
"I don't know who you are," she says coolly, and swings the sword up toward him, the flat of the blade glancing lightly off his chest. "Don't act as though you know me."
She can't cut him down. No matter how much he deserves it, with that - outburst. Presumably he treated the Queen just as poorly. She can't do it. There is something staying her, something internal and bothersome. This isn't like her, so much so that she cannot ignore it.
"I will not lay you to waste for this trifle," she says, "for which you should consider yourself lucky. Remove yourself from this room, sir, or force me to dishonor my word."
no subject
"I don't know who you are," she says coolly, and swings the sword up toward him, the flat of the blade glancing lightly off his chest. "Don't act as though you know me."
She can't cut him down. No matter how much he deserves it, with that - outburst. Presumably he treated the Queen just as poorly. She can't do it. There is something staying her, something internal and bothersome. This isn't like her, so much so that she cannot ignore it.
"I will not lay you to waste for this trifle," she says, "for which you should consider yourself lucky. Remove yourself from this room, sir, or force me to dishonor my word."