Taking the Package

"Me, coming with you? What made you think I would do that?" Anne asked. Her lips pursed as she leaned forward with crossed arms. 

"I don't think you understand the situation here, lady. But I killed every one of your guards in this palace. There's no one coming here and no point in keeping up a strong facade," Rolan trailed off, noticing something odd from the way the Queen behaved. "You seemed too comfortable for a person whose back is against the corner."

"Oh?" Anne sang, "You are wondering huh? Why? Are you expecting me to act like a weak princess, whimpering and begging for your mercy? Unfortunately, I'm not that kind of lady." 

Rolan stepped forward slowly, his G17 pistol still aimed at her chest should she try something that would warrant him pulling the trigger. As he neared her, he watched her face reading it for signs of subtlety—There weren't, she remained calm, even to the point of locking her eyes with his.