There is only one word that can describe the look in Empress Katya's eyes. Bloodlust. When they said that eyes are the window to the soul they weren't lying. Nothing else about Katya gives away her inner thoughts. Her hands are still, the perfect half-smile still hangs on her cherry painted lips as the courtier raises the blade high above his head. But her eyes, the more I looked at her frantically I realized that she doesn't just want to hurt Emma.
She wants to hurt me. Not just emotionally.
