Hmph. ( she can't even fool herself, she likes it. that's what has her pressing a small hand against his chest and pushing herself slightly away from him at the first comment.

there's a fang that protrudes with the smirk she gives him, matching his own. when she finally relinquishes her grip on him and starts to drift away just a little more, her expression grows more sombre. )

Tough, huh. That's... You're not far from the mark. ( which is right about the time she withdraws a little more. ) But what about... those that flee their people? Royalty that runs when they don't know what else to do. A ruler that hides in the shadows, powerless...

It doesn't sound like your king was as spineless as that.