Now she laughs. Head back, taking a mouthful of wine and settling her back against the chair. "If you have a plan to kill the esteemed Lord Hastings, then by all means. Share it with us, we have only been trying for months. I've only been waging war with him for years."

She doesn't hold herself like a Queen, rather she holds herself like a soldier - as easy as one of the others around the room. If not for the cold - the far too educated way she speaks. "But I'll give you what you want to know about your brother, in exchange for your help."