Snippet #1205141

Mirabella grinned tightly as Kirehsan licked the blood off his blade - the blood of her guards - and then lowered his mask.
Is there a place I can stable my horse? She simmered at his arrogant tone - no apology for the deaths of her guards. Did the monster have no respect for life?
"Provided you don't kill the stable hands, then yes. While my hands are tied currently, seeing as I am unarmed and unsure of your honor, should you kill many of my people inside the gates of my country, swift justice will be found. Should you require nourishment," her eyes flashed to the dead, bleeding guards, "we will provide it for you. However you may not take." In her slight anger she had stiffened - and then realized she was still alone, outside the city, with no guards and was reprimanding the most dangerous man she knew.
Sighing, she lowered her head and curtsied, "I forget my place. Let me take you to the stables." Using her royal demonic aura she was able to open the gates without hesitation, and she forced herself to walk past him, hoping not to feel the sharp sting of a blade or arrow in her back. From all she'd heard, Kirehsan would stab her in the back just for kicks. Her back straight and tall, her flute held in front of her, she saw guards rushing towards her. No doubt she looked a mess, and using her aura to open the gates was a cause of alarm since the job was reserved for the guards. And as they registered who was on the horse behind her, their concern and haste grew. She held up a hand, "He is my guest. Treat him as such - respect, honor, dignity." The code she had learned, the code of demonic hospitality. The guards stopped where they were and glared at Kirehsan distrustfully. She led him to the stables, her back prickling with stares the entire way. She was shaking by the time they arrived. "You may stable your horse here. Can I attend to any of your other needs, Your Highness?" She asked as respectfully as she could, trying to keep the annoyance out of her voice. She didn't much care for him and his arrogance and supremacy. As if he were better than her, and could look down upon her. Once again rage simmered, flickering flames in her demonic eyes. She kept her eyes hidden with a bowed head so her hair shielded her eyes from him.