;;Nasrin Cavendish;;
Nasrin had not thought he would take it this farānot in a place like this. She stiffened at the brush of his lips against her ear, going as still as a marble statue; the only way she could think of to prevent herself from snapping and scream at him. She then forced herself to relax, she would not let him get to herāshe would not let him win by such a dirty trick! Nevertheless her nerves shivered delicately at his low chuckle, which only irked her even more. How dare this scruffy man!? He thought he was so charming and so desirableā¦
ā¦Which he was not, she told herselfāa boasting man was uglier than any other.
Nasrin fumed inwardly as he openly looked her over, wishing very much to leave the room (not before hurting him badly, though). But it could not happen, for thisā¦this blasted ceremony was going on! Nobles talked too much; couldnāt they just get to the damn point without all the pomp? She was far too distracted to notice what was being offered to the royal familyāwhat, shiny scraps of metal? Even if Nasrin had paid attention, it would not have amused nor impressed her in any way. Excessive splendor and riches disgusted her sooner than a field of cow dung would have.
He brushed away her light hair away from her shoulder and she twitched, almost as if a reflex commanded her to smack him senseless. She glanced at the Wildling woman next to her, wishing that the strong-looking woman would run that stupid man through with the spear. Perhaps speaking and replying would only make things worse, but Nasrin, being the stubborn one, was not about to let him have the last laugh. āWildflowers, eh? Lovely. Your sense of smell is highly developedā¦just like a mangy dog,ā she whispered bitingly at his comment about how she smelled.
But he did not stop thereāhe would not stop there. His words were scandalousāscandalous, risky, vulgarāpassing mere implications or suggestions to just straight out sexual content. His fingers A flush of pink flooded her cheeks and her fingers trembled and she clenched them into fists, holding tightly onto the skirt of her dress to keep herself from striking him. āAny other place,ā she hissed, her eyes shooting daggers hundred times over at him. āAny other place, and I would slap that bloody smirk off your face!ā
His words angered her, not just because of the lewdness of them, but because of the theory that a man, full of loveāor any person, with love, would be able to bring world peaceāwould be able to conquer all. āA man like you? Are you telling me that what you do is āloveā?ā she snapped, angry as she would have been if a dumb hunter had ripped off the heads of baby chicks and turned them inside out right in front of her eyes. āLove? How long does your āloveā last? A year? A month? For riches, for money, a man would sell his woman without a second thought.ā Venom ran thickly in her voice, vicious and merciless as she continued to somehow hiss quietly at him, her body turned halfway towards him so she could pierce him with her gaze. āAnd so that is love? The only love a man has is a love for money and power. Nothing more!ā
In her passion and anger she did not even notice that the Queen Morgana had slumped into a slouch she would have never allowed, her head dropping to the side in a faint. No, she was too busy not doing her job and arguing ferociously with this insufferable man that thought he was the greatest man that had ever lived.
āAnd yet you thinkāand yet you want the women you seduce to thinkāthat you love them? That you wouldnāt trade them like cattle for money and political leverage?ā she carried out in a furious whisper. This place was sick. Court was nothing but lies, and nothing was the truth, not the things they put in love poetry, not the sweet words they said to each otherāit was all lies. āDonāt make me laugh!ā A poison that tasted like honey and left behind nothing but grief, death, and a bitter taste. Such was court. Such was the place she was forced to live in.
Nasrin had not thought he would take it this farānot in a place like this. She stiffened at the brush of his lips against her ear, going as still as a marble statue; the only way she could think of to prevent herself from snapping and scream at him. She then forced herself to relax, she would not let him get to herāshe would not let him win by such a dirty trick! Nevertheless her nerves shivered delicately at his low chuckle, which only irked her even more. How dare this scruffy man!? He thought he was so charming and so desirableā¦
ā¦Which he was not, she told herselfāa boasting man was uglier than any other.
Nasrin fumed inwardly as he openly looked her over, wishing very much to leave the room (not before hurting him badly, though). But it could not happen, for thisā¦this blasted ceremony was going on! Nobles talked too much; couldnāt they just get to the damn point without all the pomp? She was far too distracted to notice what was being offered to the royal familyāwhat, shiny scraps of metal? Even if Nasrin had paid attention, it would not have amused nor impressed her in any way. Excessive splendor and riches disgusted her sooner than a field of cow dung would have.
He brushed away her light hair away from her shoulder and she twitched, almost as if a reflex commanded her to smack him senseless. She glanced at the Wildling woman next to her, wishing that the strong-looking woman would run that stupid man through with the spear. Perhaps speaking and replying would only make things worse, but Nasrin, being the stubborn one, was not about to let him have the last laugh. āWildflowers, eh? Lovely. Your sense of smell is highly developedā¦just like a mangy dog,ā she whispered bitingly at his comment about how she smelled.
But he did not stop thereāhe would not stop there. His words were scandalousāscandalous, risky, vulgarāpassing mere implications or suggestions to just straight out sexual content. His fingers A flush of pink flooded her cheeks and her fingers trembled and she clenched them into fists, holding tightly onto the skirt of her dress to keep herself from striking him. āAny other place,ā she hissed, her eyes shooting daggers hundred times over at him. āAny other place, and I would slap that bloody smirk off your face!ā
His words angered her, not just because of the lewdness of them, but because of the theory that a man, full of loveāor any person, with love, would be able to bring world peaceāwould be able to conquer all. āA man like you? Are you telling me that what you do is āloveā?ā she snapped, angry as she would have been if a dumb hunter had ripped off the heads of baby chicks and turned them inside out right in front of her eyes. āLove? How long does your āloveā last? A year? A month? For riches, for money, a man would sell his woman without a second thought.ā Venom ran thickly in her voice, vicious and merciless as she continued to somehow hiss quietly at him, her body turned halfway towards him so she could pierce him with her gaze. āAnd so that is love? The only love a man has is a love for money and power. Nothing more!ā
In her passion and anger she did not even notice that the Queen Morgana had slumped into a slouch she would have never allowed, her head dropping to the side in a faint. No, she was too busy not doing her job and arguing ferociously with this insufferable man that thought he was the greatest man that had ever lived.
āAnd yet you thinkāand yet you want the women you seduce to thinkāthat you love them? That you wouldnāt trade them like cattle for money and political leverage?ā she carried out in a furious whisper. This place was sick. Court was nothing but lies, and nothing was the truth, not the things they put in love poetry, not the sweet words they said to each otherāit was all lies. āDonāt make me laugh!ā A poison that tasted like honey and left behind nothing but grief, death, and a bitter taste. Such was court. Such was the place she was forced to live in.