[Oh, you stupid fucking son of a whore. Meg's eyes narrow and she looses all semblance of calm for one very unhappy moment, practically snarling. But then she lets out a breath and forces a sharp little smile. She's alone in the world where killing the king's concerned, but that shouldn't bother her. She's got her mission, and that's enough. She just needs to focus a little more in this hell away from home, and it should be easy. Well. Easier.]
The way it's starting to look? You may do my work for me.
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The way it's starting to look? You may do my work for me.