[ Her cheeks puff out in indignation at his suggestion, fury flashing in her eyes because he's right. At the same time, she shouldn't have to care what they think. It's beyond frustrating, beyond insane. She feels frozen there, by her own pride no less; stuck.
When his hand closes over hers, though, it almost makes her response easier. Her grip loosens considerably, but she doesn't yank away. There's no fear there, but curiosity and yearning. Would he throw her over if he thought her a threat? If she really tried? It would make it easier for her. ]
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When his hand closes over hers, though, it almost makes her response easier. Her grip loosens considerably, but she doesn't yank away. There's no fear there, but curiosity and yearning. Would he throw her over if he thought her a threat? If she really tried? It would make it easier for her. ]
And how do you deal with tyrants?