She didn't answer Lord Damon's question immediately, and the silence got oppressive very quickly because of it.
This oppressive lingered in the suite for a while as the green mist from the mirror thickened once again, heralding the Snake Queen's return.
Her facial figure sharpened into better view, her changing between green and yellow colors, narrowing at the Zorath Family Lord. The serpent coiled around her neck hissed softly, its tongue flicking toward the couple as though it could sense their discomfort.
"Since when was it that I needed your permission before demanding an audience?" she asked with a menacing, purring voice.
Damon's eyes lowered in respect. "I have erred. Forgive me."
The Snake Queen eyed him disrespectfully, as though he was a common ant compared to her. An ant who was not worth a sliver of her time, and yet had it due to circumstances she could not control.