Chapter 9: Drinking with the Devil
Wise stared at the trail of blood and smiled.
He stepped above it, careful to not get any on his shoes and walked into the living room—underneath the unwavering gaze of the queen.
He walked over to her plush couch and plumped down, crossing his legs.
Wise then proceeded to tap the couch as he let out a pleased sigh.
"Lovely couches you have here. The journey has left me terribly parched... Can I get something to drink?"
"Not coffee of course, wine preferably but anything other thing you have is great."
The queen quirked a brow, surprised by his stalwart confidence.
"I don’t think we have been introduced. The last messenger was a bit less... perky."
Wise let out a slight chuckle. "He was but a messenger, I am the one Lord Wise sends when he needs something important taken care of."
If he were to show any kind of fear, the Queen would sense it which would affect his negotiations.
From his evaluation of her, Wise could tell from her aura, she was not someone he wanted to fight, at least not yet.