Hideaway Strath Am I the reason you breathe?

Those words make him shiver with sick delight. “The death of their queen at the might of the Saints.” He repeats, his smirk wide and malicious. “It would’ve been a day of celebration.”

Then as she stares at him he can tell the pale warrior has something on her mind. So he cocks his massive head and playfully squints his eyes at her. “Something else on your mind, princess?” He asks lowly, his smirk still in place and unmoving.