Shield Meet Crown

”It is a coward who speaks ill of the dead” Zariah pauses, considering her for a second. Indeed, there is steel somewhere inside this girl – steel and fire and brimstone itching to be released. First a small giggle escapes her lips, followed by a chuckle, before soon enough the Queen is laughing, low and mirthless – an eerie noise that could disquiet the dead of which she speaks. ”You’re funny.” Zariah says at length, twisted smirk still tugging at her lips. Again she steps forward, and for every step that the baker takes back, she takes one forward. ”I do not speak ill, I speak fact. If you think it ill, perhaps you ought reconsider the basis of your home borne pride.” She tilts her head to the side, malicious grin flashing white teeth at the baker. ”Why? Because people respect you. They listen to you. I want to see first hand if you are all people seem to think you are, or if you are as I perceive you.” she said with a light shrug. zariah If my strength intimidates you, I hope you realize that is a weakness of yours.