Instant drabbling. April 14, 2005.
Participants: me, JunoMagic, Aranel Took, Arandil, and Aeneid.
Participants: me, JunoMagic, Aranel Took, Arandil, and Aeneid.
"Your daughter could wed my son: a great alliance for all…"
I flinch, but hide it. A shield-sister cannot afford to be emotional, not when mythmakers and deviants are set on using her as a pawn.
His gaze drifts lazily towards me, and I narrow my eyes.
"…surely you see the advantage…"
The smile on his face is arrogant, challenging: a hunter attempting to trap pray.
I fold my arms, fingering the knife at my belt.
Talk in your twisting circles, and gift my father with wine until he is drunk, but you do not fool me and never will.