However, her ambitions had just suffered the worst setback they ever had, and Natasha was not one to take it gracefully. She slammed the door shut with a mighty bang.
“Is all that hullabaloo really necessary?” a slightly irked, pompous voice asked.
Natasha whirled, emerald eyes bulging in barely contained rage. Sparks flashed around her clenched fists. Seated in one of her carved mahogany chairs, was King Maximillian III. He had done away with the wide-brimmed hat in favor of a more conservative green bowler. He pleasantly lifted a cup of steaming tea to his mouth. Natasha’s anger only increased when she noticed he was using her china set.
“Yes, it is.” She hissed in a dangerously low voice. “I can do whatever I wish in my room, Your Majesty.”
Max smacked his lips, clearly having just burned his tongue. He took only a brief moment to blow on the tea, before speaking as if she hadn’t. “You seem in a rather foul mood today.”
All her original rage flooded back through her veins. She could feel it pulsing, like a living creature, just under her skin. The green of her irises was slowly fading to a glowing crimson. “The first stage of the plan has failed, and not a single. Person. Has. Died.” The anger took ahold of her tongue, spitting expletives that would make a sailor blush. “How. Can. This. BE!” With monstrous effort, she shook the fury away. It snaked down her limbs, leaving her muscles cold, but the red vanished from her eyes. Her pupils, however, were still reptilian slits.
“My dear Natasha,” Max waved a hand at her, as if her ire was a merely trivial matter. “Do calm yourself. This frantic pacing is quite unbecoming.”
Stopping in her continuation of said pacing, Natasha jerked her head, fixing him with her death glare. “Calm down?! CALM DOWN?!” she punctuated her exasperated and incensed statement by bringing her fist down onto the mahogany table. The wood didn’t shatter – after all, she had it specially made to withstand the force of her strength – but the impact was enough to jolt almost everything else in the vicinity.
Max looked at her reproachfully as some tea splashed onto his brand new neon leggings.