Moku's grip tightened, sandwiching Iathra's body between his fingers and hard palms.
Iathra's breath hitched and caught in her lungs, making it hard for her to breathe. Her face turned red and then turned pale.
In the midst of her slowly fading consciousness a voice came out from the depths of Iathra's heart filled with pride and defiance, "NO!!!"
Moku loosened his grip. Iathra was able to breathe again, with dim eyes she replied angrily "Who are you to call our queen a coward?!!
What right do you have to judge us?!
What right do you have to judge how we survive?!
What do you know about the queen's sacrifice?!
YOU ARE JUST AN ORC!!!"
Iathra's breathing returned to regularity, her eyes fixed on Moku fearlessly. Fire smoldered behind her dark black eyes.
Burning anger in her heart due to Moku's humiliation of someone she held in high esteem in her heart.