"Yours?" Malicia asked, tipping her head with a look of growing confusion and curiosity. "Is he a slave?" she asked. That'd be an odd bit of news considering the way the Darth behaved, though Malicia wouldn't be entirely shocked and she'd be compelled to ask further questions on the subject.
But since the lord had answered her question, Malicia decided she'd answer his, or part of his, for now. She could still see the threatening look in his eyes, but she didn't react, yet. If he lashed out, she would too, but she felt more curious than threatened in the moment. She still didn't entirely understand.
"Our marriage is political. He gave me heirs to secure my throne, and his bloodline continues through me. Our heir will be born into privilege and a powerful position in the Order," she answered with the same plainness, though her voice shifted to something softer as she continued, "But, I respect my vows to the Lord, and I enjoy his company. When he was around I saw to his happiness." She wasn't sure why he wanted these answers, and that was why she asked her own,
"Stolas," she said, unmoving as her gaze focused on him. "Why does any of this matter to you? I need an answer or I will leave, because I'm unimpressed with this," she finally gestured towards his face. "I came here to extend my thanks, not to be threatened."
@Mr. Teatime
But since the lord had answered her question, Malicia decided she'd answer his, or part of his, for now. She could still see the threatening look in his eyes, but she didn't react, yet. If he lashed out, she would too, but she felt more curious than threatened in the moment. She still didn't entirely understand.
"Our marriage is political. He gave me heirs to secure my throne, and his bloodline continues through me. Our heir will be born into privilege and a powerful position in the Order," she answered with the same plainness, though her voice shifted to something softer as she continued, "But, I respect my vows to the Lord, and I enjoy his company. When he was around I saw to his happiness." She wasn't sure why he wanted these answers, and that was why she asked her own,
"Stolas," she said, unmoving as her gaze focused on him. "Why does any of this matter to you? I need an answer or I will leave, because I'm unimpressed with this," she finally gestured towards his face. "I came here to extend my thanks, not to be threatened."
@Mr. Teatime