𝐒𝐇𝐄’𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘, 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐑𝐌 𝐒𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐃 out over the back. eyes had studied paul up until the question is asked─his tone clearly implying it, speaking as if it were true. question makes irulan smile wickedly, head momentarily thrown back as a rather amused laugh echos out of her chest. once returning center from her laugh, eyes rest on him with green hues narrowed slightly like they usually are when regarding the other. she holds no genuine smile, other than the wicked one holding on pink tinted lips, not look of anything other than bitterness, resentment, maybe even some intrigue toward the other for what he 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽 he’d accomplish in the comment. did paul think he’d rile her up? get a reaction out of her? not today, sorry to disappoint. ❝ bold of you to assume i care anything about the birth of your children. ❞ the words spew past her lips with an edge of venom to them, but amusement still leaks through. a deep breath is taken into her chest before she can continue, ❝ i could care less about your screaming, whining newborns. they’re just something else to make noise, to take up time, to eventually run around causing trouble. ❞ ; ( words leave before she can think about it. irulan hears herself, hears how . . .harsh the words sounds directly toward him. for a moment she remembers hearing of poor baby leto being murdered before paul took her fathers throne. maybe she should’ve taken to hitting less of a 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚂𝙸𝚃𝙸𝚅𝙴 nerve. ) standing, princess smooths out the fabric of her dress with hands clasped in front of her. feet take a few steps closer to him, head lowered as she does && raising when standing before him: ❝ on a less argumentative note . . . i do not wish your children ill as much as i might not ever be 𝖋𝖔𝖓𝖉 of them. i hope they survive unlike your first boy. ❞ tone is softer, irulan trying to apologize. ❝ i had to witness what happens to a mother, a father, at the loss of their child from my own mother before my sisters. is isn’t pleasant. ❞
