[ She has never in her life been spoken to this way. She does not know what to make of it. To someone else he might remind them of a stern father or a disciplinarian but... she knows neither. She knows only Dreus and his wildly swinging moods, his hypnotic voice and foul poetry. She does not like being spoken to this way. Like she is a child but with none of the affection she would appreciate from such an implication.
She struggles to place him inside of her symbols for the world. She knows she does not like to be spoken to in this way, but neither is she sure what to do with that emotion. With that obnoxious boy Parker she'd had no qualms about snapping backing at him, with the man she'd killed and his unruly little posse, no qualms. But the Prince holds himself as if that would be unwise.
Quite honestly, his words hurt her feelings, swift little cuts of disapproval that she has no experience in weathering. To insinuate that she has done this simply to be willful feels false and hateful.
She stares at him for a moment, weight behind her eyes. ]
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She struggles to place him inside of her symbols for the world. She knows she does not like to be spoken to in this way, but neither is she sure what to do with that emotion. With that obnoxious boy Parker she'd had no qualms about snapping backing at him, with the man she'd killed and his unruly little posse, no qualms. But the Prince holds himself as if that would be unwise.
Quite honestly, his words hurt her feelings, swift little cuts of disapproval that she has no experience in weathering. To insinuate that she has done this simply to be willful feels false and hateful.
She stares at him for a moment, weight behind her eyes. ]
You disapprove of me.