Dec 5, 2015
@dcvilinasuit
“I swear, sometimes I could just kill him.”
She’s sullen, peering into a murky cup of tea that’s cooling faster than she cares to drink it. Embarrassment stings beneath her iv- -ory skin like a fresh bruise-- an unseen wound inflicted by one who ought to know better. To the eyes of the world, she’s supp- -osed to be madly in love with the Duke of Kent; that doesn’t stop him from treating her like a fool at every turn.
After a moment her gaze softens by a measure and she shifts, curling against Hans like an affectionate kitten. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t say such things-- it’s terrible of me, I know. I just-- I wish I didn’t have to keep up with this silly charade.
