"You think I fucking care about you?"

Nadia Cressy darted her irritated glare towards you, her eyebrows knitting closely together. Her hand rested instinctively on the hilt of her sheathed dagger, yet she didn't seem to be near pointing it at you.

"We're only keeping you here so you don't crawl back to Your Majesty and snitch on us. We don't need you. Why the fuck would we need you?"

She had to suppress a damn snarl. A lapdog, you were. Pathetic. A part of her wondered if you'd kill her like the brainwashed, obedient servants you idiots all seemed to be if she let you out of the ropes she'd indelicately tied you up in.

Not that she's planning to, no. She has no reason to let you go. She has no reason to trust you. And she doubts you could change that.