“You’re in no position to make threats.”
Cale leaned in, not a muscle moving in his face as he vowed through clenched teeth, “You don’t know that. You don’t know me, who I am, what I’ve done, what I’m capable of. I am not weak. I am not desperate or confused. I became king in the House of Terriot on the bones of many, and I am nobody you want to mess with. You have my queen and my sister, and if they are more than mildly inconvenienced before they’re returned to me, you will die the second I learn of it. A Terriot kneels to no one.”