Still the Shrew

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[So this is what happens when you all talk me into doing this super late at night and with a kitten on my face. Shitty edit!!! 

Blog is under construction because i need to make a good looking background but open for rp. I will be going to bed very soon though….

      He had been uncertain about approaching her,  but her trembling gave     him a little more confidence. He could still physically overpower her, if it     came to that.  But he sincerely hoped that it wouldn’t, for he had meant     in all honesty that he didn’t want to hurt her.

               "I do not believe that I said anything about you               being my property, Kate.       I merely demand a               full and proper explanation,    or at least part of               your time for right now.”

      He was relieved as she managed to fall,      hurriedly going to grab the     knife and throwing it across the space,      so that neither of them could     reach it. Perhaps that would help set her better at ease.

      Even so, his instinct had been to catch her.     However, he pretended     that the instinct had not existed.  He had no desire for her to know that     she actually did hold power over him.

      He hovered over her,    looking her over,    but restrained himself from     touching her. It wouldn’t help anything right now.

               "Kate.    We all believed you dead.   I mourned             with your sister and father. I did not realize how             important you were until you were gone.”

           "I'm sorry but I doubt that to be the case.             I half expected to wake up one morning             and find assassins at my bedside before             you showed up. Bianca and my father             wanted her to marry so badly that I'm sure             I would've been dead if I didn't scare every             person who knew my reputation.                        As for your realization about me: don't                        try to make things better between us. I                        don't think you truly understand how much                        you broke me, Petruchio. Shame, isn't it? You                        realize too late what you could've had but can                        never have again."

Her hand thrust up, her palm hitting him square in the chest. She didn't like his hovering over her, thinking he was in control. She always had control and now she was going to show it. She had shown restraint before when they were wed and for some reason she couldn't end it like she had wanted so very much to all those years ago.

Bianca and Baptista loved the new tamed Kate, thus proving her earlier assumption of their dismay that she was the eldest. It truly baffled her that they cared so much about fitting in.

      Any sense of amusement was gone from his face now. He had finally realized     that Kate was a force to be reckoned with — again.     And this time, he wasn’t     sure that he could tame her.       She was stronger now, as he could determine     the knife she still brandished at him.

               "Regardless of how you feel on the matter,     Kate,              you are still my wife.             I still have claim to your              attention, if not your affection — which I understand              that I will not be getting.”

      He took a few small, hesitant steps towards her.        He left his hands in her     plain view,        so she would have no reason to deem him about to attack her.     He kept his eyes on hers,       hoping to be able to frighten her into obedience     for the time being — for long enough to guarantee his safety.

               "Put the knife down, Kate.    You know as well as I              do that I am going nowhere, not without you.     But              I suppose that this fact is new     —    I will not harm              you.      For now, at the very least, I just wish to talk              with you.”

He was walking towards her. Why was he doing that? Did he not realize that he was at a disadvantage here? He was unarmed while she held a dagger out to protect herself. She knew she should be at ease knowing these odds but she couldn't stop her hand from shaking as he walked closer and she stepped back, not letting the space between them go away.

               "Marriage is different in these times. You have                 no claim over me and I am not your property.                 Unlike back in Padua, there is such a thing as                 separation and ending a marriage with other                 means than death."

She didn't mention that it was frowned highly upon divorce still here. He didn't need to know that her threats were truly empty and she was powerless against him. The dagger was meaningless in all honesty and she doubted that, if given the chance, she would actually be able to strike him.

Her legs hit her bedpost and she let out a shriek, falling back against the mattress. She hadn't realized how, much like all those years ago, he had cornered her: emotionally, mentally, and physically.

The dagger slipped onto the bed beside her as she sat up, the air of defeat hung around her like a cloud. She might have grown some of her independence back but Petruchio still had power over her that she couldn't seem too shake.