She was biting her tongue so much at the moment. Renaldi did hate it when people assumed something of her. She was not oblivious to her looks or her power, but she didn’t care about them. That wasn’t what mattered about her, and she would never want people to think of her in respect to her beauty or ability to throw a man five hundred yards without touching them. She wanted people to remember her for her intelligence or charity. Her smaller deeds, not the obvious one, were more important to her. They defined her as a person, and she didn’t want her main quality to be ‘hero’ in the chronicles of history.
She had begun drying out her long hair with another towel, looking at Sergio and Emilia through a mirror. Admiring her little family, as it were. “I give myself plenty of credit, thank you. But I know I used to be a pushover of a girl, scared out of her mind of silverite armor… and too charming men who could be hiding blades behind their smiles.“
Renaldi smirked a bit, knowing that would get a reaction out of him. It was honesty, too, for a pretender to some sort of divinity would definitely be targeted as she had been by the Crows and some employer of theirs. And at the beginning she had been scared of him, even as she had him join the Inquisition.
“Either way, I grew out of it; and with kindness, humility, and intelligence I have led. I intend to teach my daughter the same qualities, no matter how pretty she becomes or how powerful her magical abilities are. If she even inherits any.“
Sergio kept his gaze on Emilia, cooing at her and saying soft words in Antivan to her. Everything was gentle, not even hinting at the life he had had. Hard and pushing his way through, staying alive or ending up dead, seducing to gain access to the mark. No, here was a man who was no longer a weapon or a tool, but just a mere man with a child in his arms he adored.
He looked back at her, though, dark eyes glimmering.
“If I recall, you said, mm, what was it,” he started, “almost ruined the mood when I called you beautiful once, no? Do you not recall that?” He walked over to her, steadying Emilia in one arm and running his fingers along her jaw. “I am glad you have recognized yourself now, though. It is a good look.”
He gave her a devilish smirk at her statement.
“And I am sure you are thanking Andraste’s blazing bosom you decided not to be scared of the charming man with smiles and dark eyes...”
Sergio considered what she said. She had lead that way and he did hope Emilia learned to emulate that. Those were important, not the power or the looks.
“I suppose her looks are inevitable,” he sighed, “but the hard part is making her take those lessons you wish to teach her to heart. The world can be cruel, after all.”
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