The fear was certainly unexpected, and he found it over-the=top. The look he gave her mirrored the sort of revulsion one should never have to face from a friend, let along someone they loved. He did stop though. Mikino wasn’t here to frighten her. He wasn’t even here to threaten her, not physically. The innate warmth of his own body responded instinctively to adapt to the unpleasant new temperature, “I cannot say that I would, Your Grace. Having had my fill of both. Nobility tends to have this entitlement about them that damages any real level of competence.”
He noted the purple, and considered backing down. It seemed quite plausible she may have killed Chaldean Phasael after all. “You. You gave me that right, Sweet Sidonie. The right to question you, openly, that is… The right to judge you, well… I trust that I hold no singular ability there. Treason? No… I’ve no proof of treason. Only a letter from a dead man, one who died under suspicious circumstances. A letter stating that just prior to that terrible ‘accident’ where he selflessly died for you, he had denied a Queen the thing she wanted. And that your failure to control your power was a threat to us all. Is this what happened to Phasael, Sidonie?”
He lifted his head up, watching the puff of condensation as warm breath hit the chill air. “Treasonous or not, if there is truth to what was written there and you placed your royal seal upon a missive naming a new heir… Well, the traitor is dead and the Princess is not. I hope she is not so frail as they all say. We need true strength at a time such as this, not the feeble illusion of it."