Feb 15
“i don’t want your forgiveness. i want your loyalty.” ( dealer's choice! )
“you’ve lingered too long in your cups, my lord - and lack sense in speaking so.” she sidesteps his advance with flighty ease; a traitorous charm enhanced infinitely with her own imbibement.
“you should be put to bed - ” she titters sharply, a stinging nettle as fine as a sewing needle. her smile curving sickle sweet at high harvest.
“- or out to pasture if you persist in this sort of…presumptive paranoia.”
#threecardtrick#possible character ;; anne boleyn#this is for that suuuuper old plot where he makes her marry him for her safety/life#and they split the kingdom in half with her ruling the north for like two years and he the south#and every third year they meet in the middle to reaffirm their ties to each other#before then swapping territories for another two years#and like this is one of the nights in the biannual meet up#go nutz!#hope I don’t sound so!#triannual*