“I am in agreement with dear Zoya,” she smiled. “She is much better as a snarling pitbull than she is it diplomat or courtier. Let the two of us do your dirty work, she needs to focus on protecting your stupid ass, as charming and shapely as it may be. After we stand by your side as you give your speech, the two of us can politely return the body of their disgraced dead back to the city and demand peace or threaten all out war.”