Jul 20, 2017
Fierce
“Are you going to speak to me at all tonight or am I just wasting my time?”
For the first time, he glances up at her with an expression that's fierce, the watery, disinterested look in his eye disappearing entirely. “Are you sending me home, Your Highness?”
She stares at him, dumbfounded, trying to decipher his immediate mood change. His actions are unfathomable to her, and as much as she wants to rid them both of this misery and kick him out, her uncle would throw the fit of the century. “Maybe next time I speak with you, you'll have found your manners. Enjoy the rest of your meal.”
the sass here tho.
