It bore saying that she’d recognized that set of looks and what they meant. But again, she was done with making assumptions.
Right now, the face she wore showed worry and a hint of chilliness at being made use of so blatantly by the man who now stood before the Queen. It would seem she had difficulty making the rise and fall of her chest even and unnoticeable. White knuckles were visible as her hands gripped the ends of her chair's armrests.
If anyone had been stupid enough to be looking at her instead of at the choice entertainment happening right in their midst, they'd have witnessed the gradual easing of those hands from their tense hold. They would have found in her expression unspeakable relief when the Lord General went down on his knee, raised one open hand in a wordless plea, and
