She regards him for a moment, her eyebrows raised, and then lets out a little huff. Despite her own dislike for the situation, his clearly low expectations for her rankle her pride. Like a dead fish, indeed!
Silently, she determines that she will make him eat his words before the night is through. She might not know much about how to please a man, might know more about the mating of horses than of humans, but she is no wilting violet. She is a daughter of a line of soldiers and lords, a woman who but for the want of a man's rights might have been even now leading a cavalry charge in some distant corner of the Empire, and he thinks she will be dull? Lazy? How little he knows of Éomund's daughter!
She stands, crossing back over to him, her hands on her hips. Closer this time, something more threatening than sensual in the way she crowds his space. "I might," she agrees, her eyes flicking downwards for a moment, then back to his face. "Though I shan't hold my breath."
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Date: 2020-05-10 12:00 am (UTC)Silently, she determines that she will make him eat his words before the night is through. She might not know much about how to please a man, might know more about the mating of horses than of humans, but she is no wilting violet. She is a daughter of a line of soldiers and lords, a woman who but for the want of a man's rights might have been even now leading a cavalry charge in some distant corner of the Empire, and he thinks she will be dull? Lazy? How little he knows of Éomund's daughter!
She stands, crossing back over to him, her hands on her hips. Closer this time, something more threatening than sensual in the way she crowds his space. "I might," she agrees, her eyes flicking downwards for a moment, then back to his face. "Though I shan't hold my breath."