*Varek*
I catch her wrist mid-strike, and she pushes, surprising me with her strength. I actually have to try.
I guess the rumors about her aren’t empty.
“Your Majesty—”
My blood roars hot, mingling rage with something else entirely. Her pulse beats hard and fast beneath my hand. I have half a mind to snap her wrist. I tighten my grip too, but she's not done. She strikes with her other hand, aiming at my elbow and striking hard. A jolt of something passes through my arm, forcing my fingers to twitch and relax just enough that she can slip her hand free.
I snarl, reaching out to grab her again. She ducks under my arm and darts just to the side of me. I know she plans to strike me again. I rear back, aiming for her face, planning to strike her to the ground.
“Your Majesty—”
She spin
