Post by Kendrick Deveroix on Oct 11, 2010 19:58:25 GMT -5
I had a long time to reflect on things, those three days I sat underneath the Palace in the dungeon. Not about things like not provoking a Prince of the Blood, but about more important things... like whether I could get away with killing Naia once she delivered the babe.
That bitch, how could she? She lit her candle, then threw me into the thick of things by not bothering to actually TELL me. How the hell can you light a candle and then just forget? How very convenient of her, stumbling across a Comte with no heirs, no one he's courting. Is that what she wanted of me? Conniving and secretive, did she want to become Comtess and secure her place in d'Angeline nobility?
I didn't care if she fought me as hard as I fought her - that had to be it. I couldn't think of another reason why someone would be so.. so careless and idiotic enough to light their candle, then couple with a random near-stranger.
It took me a good two days to get over the flaming bursts of anger that swept through me, dulling to a cold fire, smoldering in the back of my head. I didn't have to accept the child as my heir. I didn't even have to accept the child as mine - it was my word against hers, but something inside of me wanted to believe it was. What if it came out, a little girl with my mothers flaming red hair? A little boy, and had no one to teach him swords? Naia could be dealt with... and for as much as I wanted to strangle her for this, I wasn't going to kill her. No, by the time I regained my freedom and went home for a much needed bath, I'd decided something:
I was going to court her, whether she wanted me to or not. If she can get herself pregnant on me without letting me know, then she can put up with me from here on out, dogging her, watching every last thing she did to assure our babes health. If I could do it under the pretenses of courtship, all the better, and all the easier to make sure she was doing as told.
So, two days after my release, I stood on the doorstep of the townhome she was staying at, a clutch of fresh-picked wildflowers held awkwardly in my hand. Knocking at the door, I was shown into a receiving room and there I waited, smartly dressed, my normally irritated expression not exactly warm, but not like I wanted to murder her, either.
That bitch, how could she? She lit her candle, then threw me into the thick of things by not bothering to actually TELL me. How the hell can you light a candle and then just forget? How very convenient of her, stumbling across a Comte with no heirs, no one he's courting. Is that what she wanted of me? Conniving and secretive, did she want to become Comtess and secure her place in d'Angeline nobility?
I didn't care if she fought me as hard as I fought her - that had to be it. I couldn't think of another reason why someone would be so.. so careless and idiotic enough to light their candle, then couple with a random near-stranger.
It took me a good two days to get over the flaming bursts of anger that swept through me, dulling to a cold fire, smoldering in the back of my head. I didn't have to accept the child as my heir. I didn't even have to accept the child as mine - it was my word against hers, but something inside of me wanted to believe it was. What if it came out, a little girl with my mothers flaming red hair? A little boy, and had no one to teach him swords? Naia could be dealt with... and for as much as I wanted to strangle her for this, I wasn't going to kill her. No, by the time I regained my freedom and went home for a much needed bath, I'd decided something:
I was going to court her, whether she wanted me to or not. If she can get herself pregnant on me without letting me know, then she can put up with me from here on out, dogging her, watching every last thing she did to assure our babes health. If I could do it under the pretenses of courtship, all the better, and all the easier to make sure she was doing as told.
So, two days after my release, I stood on the doorstep of the townhome she was staying at, a clutch of fresh-picked wildflowers held awkwardly in my hand. Knocking at the door, I was shown into a receiving room and there I waited, smartly dressed, my normally irritated expression not exactly warm, but not like I wanted to murder her, either.
