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10-14-2013, 10:30 AM
(This post was last modified: 10-14-2013, 10:30 AM by Liberty.)
Through her intentions had been to help the king, things would not go her way. She should have remembered how ignorant and power thirsty he was, but no, she had given him another chance to show his softer side and he still shot her down. Typical Isardis. She would not retaliate, instead she would take his slam to her shoulder and surprisingly it would cause her to lose her balance. Body would cringe as she hit the dens floor, a whine threatening to bubble from her lips as the man took hold of her scruff. She had landed on her side, but she did not make an attempt to rise. She was a prisoner and of course the man was going to treat her as such. And to think she saw more in him, to think she saw compassion tucked away deep within his soul. Would he ever relax with her? Would he ever allow her to break his walls? If he wanted to claim her than he needed to act like it. If she had to spend her life with only one man then he needed to be her man. "Do what you want to me Isardis, though it wouldn't be right to hurt me. I did this all for you." There. She had stroked the fire, and hopefully had perked his interest. |
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