Zalika snorted, a most unladylike sound. "I want her to see what Bekeli has done. I want to hear what he has to say for himself." Zalika kind of liked how Sakelo was so cocksure of himself. He had a certain swagger that spoke of confidence, something that was somewhat taboo in their clan. He didn't seem completely stupid, either, and that flower marking he had was... well it was kind of cute, too.
"I hope you know how to treat a Queen," Zalika huffed, peering around for her mother. Ah-ha. There she was. "Hurry up," she snapped, picking up the pace.
She couldn't wait to see Bekeli squirm.
