Romance didn't move. She knew that he didn't mean her. And her survival instinct wouldn't let her purposefully piss him off more. Her whispered words had probably done more damage then she had done before. She thought about trying to talk her way out of this, because whatever was coming, it was going to be bad. She could see it in those fiery eyes the way he glared at her. The other rats trailed out, sneaking looks at their king and the would-be Queen, still standing stock still a few feet away from the angry king. They stared at each other and as the door slammed shut behind the last rat, Ro flinched, the first sign that she was indeed afraid of him. He cursed her in Spanish, then proceed to tell her in a soft voice, that still held his fiery temper and rage the rules.
"I know how this world works," she said softly. She knew there was no choice. Her eyes followed him as he paced, and she wanted so badly to bolt for the door, but she knew he would never let her get to it. Tragedy had warned her to leave, she had seen it in his eyes, had seen this coming. Ro fought back her own tears.
"Please," she said softly. "My king, I'm sorry for the way I spoke to you." His eyes were on her and the smile that crossed his lips made her take a few steps back, away from him. "Please," she begged. "Please don't do this." What this was, was still to be seen, although she thought she might have some idea, seeing that glint in his eyes.