C12 If He Escapes I Will Have Your Head

Genève stood at the window, looking out at her people. The filthy peasants worshiped her, but it was not enough.

“Groll!” she shrieked at her head moron. He hurried into her chambers and glanced up, trying to gauge her mood.

“Yes, My Queen?” he asked nervously, his eyes cast down, hoping not to provide with her any reason to be displeased.

“Bring me Zeek