@chiefofsarcasm
The young chief was far too easy to read. Felicity remembered Otto when they had met. He had been hardened early by war and the exacting demands of his father. She had been his solace, and then, of course his child tore them apart. Had her devotion been any less she would have smothered the infant in its crib and blamed it’s demon of a mother. But those memories left a sour taste in her mouth. She’d been watching Dayo Shacklebolt for a few days now. Any other girl might be fooled by the color of his skin, but she saw the truth of it. He was weak in so many ways.
She managed to trip and spill her things in front of him, hoping he’d take the obvious bait. “Oh! Goodness, I’m so sorry!” She blushed, “I must seem like such a clutz.” She looked up at him innocently, “I hope I didn’t inconvenience you sir.”
