Hate Me, Obey Me
The atmosphere grew denser once more. Nova's voice lowered, soft and guarded. "So. what do we do with her now?"
Leon tracked the direction of her gaze, the warmth in his face faltering as he looked toward the body of fallen Natasha. He moved one slow step forward, boots crunching over dirt and shattered leaves, his jaw clenching as he examined the fallen woman.
He finally spoke, voice controlled. "We wake her," he stated. "And we get her to assist us."
Nova raised an eyebrow. "Assist us?"
"While she's been acting her part for years— of good woman, obedient servant, king so call trusted secretary, exemplary citizen of this kingdom and other kingdom spy for far too long," he said, his head moving slightly towards Nova. "But we both knew that was only an act. A very good one, I'll grant you. Too good. Now… Let her continue acting her part it. But now, for us."
