She clenches her jaw tight, a lump stuck in her throat. A man is dead, her life is turned upside down and her country lies in limbo while she is held hostage in a foreign land. She shakes her head no as her only response. She is still unsure of the man that the Queen entrusted her life to and she assures herself that is why she feels so strange.

"What's the matter beautiful, cat got your tongue?" She can see him trying to smile at her. She wants to look at him, to chastise him for being so informal when there are so many lives on the line but...