That was a wild thing, acting like a wild animal cornered and he being a hunter knew very well what a wild animal is capable of doing when cornered. She could not stand yet she was on her feet, with her back facing the corner of the room, with her hands ready to grab a pray, her fingers spread like claws. She was a wild thing waiting to defend. And her look was ferocious.
That delicate body, that fine beautiful traits, the noble appearance were all gone, revealing such a savage nature. She looked firm and decided to fight to the death. The king had only seen that look before on the battlefields, but never on a woman. And that one, he could not even call a woman, she was a girl, too young to be considered a woman yet acting like a wild beast ready to kill his best men. That was a curious
