Henry glared at her with something very akin to hatred, and did not drop the cross he held, just in case she was some demon sent from hell to torment him.
"A sense of humor?" he asked darkly. As if he would go to Hell, as she insinuated. God had chosen him to be king, and had guided his hand since the moment he had taken the throne. That she would even say such a thing was simply an example of her heresy and evil. The whore.
"I do not think it is God who has brought you here," he snapped. "For you are far from his hands, spirit."