I sat across the Dowager, her stern gaze pinned on me as we both narrowed our eyes like we were two warriors trying to figure out who'd make the first move.
I certainly imagined her throwing that teapot right at my face. When I looked over to it with the heat coming out, the Dowager did too.
I gripped my teacup tightly, ready to splash the hot tea on her face. It wouldn't do a thing, but it'd certainly catch her off guard.
The Dowager pinned me with a look.
Or not?
What is this? Some kind of battle of eyes? I felt more like an opponent right now. She's not ready to pull her hands, is she?
I thought after my outburst yesterday, she wouldn't have anything to do with me anymore. But she sent for me, and here we were for over an hour doing a silent contest of stares.
Abruptly, the Dowager opened her mouth, but I didn't let her speak.
"I'll not tolerate you speaking to me as if I am some broodmare."
She shut her mouth.
