The Queen in Waiting (гет)

Across the room, Valerija stood looking out the room’s large bay window, one hand pressed against the glass pane, the other hanging relaxed at her side. She wore a fine dressing gown, barely enough to ward off the early morning chill, and her hair was still unbound, falling in inky waves down her back. Neither was enough to disguise the tension in the way she held herself. He frowned. “My lady?”
She took a deep breath, and without turning around, asked, “Why haven’t you killed me yet?”