he found no difficulty ignoring her presence at first. never did, even before the entire coup with delilah copperspoon started. as a man of science, he spared no interest towards trivial matters such as politics and rulers. true, he’s a friend to a powerful man. but he rarely socialized unless the need to was absolutely necessary.
often surrounded by tools and machinery rather than silverware and the finest glass of wine. finding comfort in the company of wood and metal than flesh and bone. an intelligent man, but a strange one too. mad. one who has been left isolated in the twisted visions of his mind for far too long.
if anything, he scoffs at the empress’ counter and crosses the ankles of his boots together, getting comfortable in his prison’s cot.
❛ unlock this cell, hand me a spare blade and we can duel it out. ❜ a flourish of a free hand as calloused fingers come to rest upon dry parchment, turning to the next page of a rather boring encyclopedia he has read a thousand times over.
she stands with her arms crossed behind her, jaw clenched as she debates wasting time with the formalities she carried at court, or abandoning them to take him up on his offer of a good duel. but she didn’t come here to dual, even if she had come here alone -- ditching the guards to speak to the mad genius one on one.
❛ i’m not here to dual, jindosh. ❜ besides, had she wanted him dead, she would have arranged his execution. no, she had kept him alive. imprisoned, but alive.
her KINDNESS had even extended to seeing that he was fed and given fresh water each day.
but that was about all. she hadn’t quite forgiven him for allying himself alongside the WITCH, as well as torturing his former instructor and her dearest friend.
( and she had not counted his possible CRIMES AGAINST NATURE. )
❛ i’m here to talk about your release, so try not to test my patience too much, alright ? ❜
she removes a key from her pocket, silver and small. the personal key belonging to the crown.
she turns it in the cell door’s lock, and enters, the door shuts with a clang that echos off the old walls. again the key is pocketed, this time in the breastpocket of her coat, closer to her.
SHE DIDN’T TRUST HIM.
❛ are you willing to listen, or are you content to just keep reading that encyclopedia ? ❜
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