“Has the fame gotten to your head, little warrior? Or do you think that by tricking me once, you can now dare to speak to me like that? When my sword is just about to go through your back? You’re mad.”
Hadjar smiled wryly. If only the dragoness knew how often he’d been called that in his life.
“As soon as your sword goes through me, my sword cuts your sister’s head off. Are you really willing to sacrifice her for this?”
“Sister,” Aesir suddenly said. “Kill him now. Even if I die, I won’t allow such disrespect toward my Princess and future Empress.”
Hadjar grimaced internally. He had underestimated the fanaticism of the local ladies. A painfully patriarchal society, in which, although it was still a long way off, a female would finally get to inherit the throne? It was no wonder tha
