[Sheba struggles as she's hauled out of her hiding place and dragged back to the Queen - and when she takes in the sight of her, her gaze following the path of the veins until she settles on those cold, black eyes, she shivers.]
What are y— Hey! Let me go!
[Her struggles are ineffective; back into the ballroom they go, whether she likes it or not.]
no subject
What are y— Hey! Let me go!
[Her struggles are ineffective; back into the ballroom they go, whether she likes it or not.]