She can't shake her head when she's combing her hair, so the brush halts a moment as she shakes her head.
"No, my King."
And she almost leaves it at that, but there's trust, here, for all she can't help the small hints of doubt about his genuine lack of care over their current lack of coupling. There's faith even as she shoves her brush back onto the tabletop before shifting in her chair to face him properly.
"Am I to be seen as nothing but a-- a broodmare by our people?" she asks him, eyes beseeching, "I had thought Queens worthy of a little more than their ability to be-- vessels for the next king to grow in."
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Date: 2015-02-02 03:03 am (UTC)"No, my King."
And she almost leaves it at that, but there's trust, here, for all she can't help the small hints of doubt about his genuine lack of care over their current lack of coupling. There's faith even as she shoves her brush back onto the tabletop before shifting in her chair to face him properly.
"Am I to be seen as nothing but a-- a broodmare by our people?" she asks him, eyes beseeching, "I had thought Queens worthy of a little more than their ability to be-- vessels for the next king to grow in."