Wren looks away from the man back at the wall in front of her, a concrete surface much more interesting than looking at the king's smug face. She struggles to find anything that this man could possibly say that she would find interesting. She knows she shouldn’t provoke him, that she should just keep her mouth shut, but she feels so different now, her fearlessness in the face of these royals just continues to grow, anyone else in this position might be feeling fear and Wren knows that if she was being reasonable, then that is what she should feel.
But nothing about her situation is reasonable, so why should she be?
"There is nothing that you could say to me that would interest me"
Ezekiel looks at the woman in front of him, having no idea how he didn’t see it before. He watches as Wren
