Pirata Noctis. The name tickled something in her memory for a moment before disappearing. She would have to call her "Your Majesty."
A cold trickle of fear eased down her spine, causing her to shiver for a moment uncontrollably. Her feet slipped on the path, and she scraped her leg. It was then she realized as she looked closer that the path had turned to stone. They must be nearing their destination.
She nodded her head to him, fearful that if he discovered her weakness she might just be disposed of. She steadied her voice, "What will she do with me?"
Maybe it would be better not to know, but a part of her needed to know--even if it was dangerous to ask. She focused on him as best she could, trying to see what he would say or do with her question.
