(From Rinean) I can’t abide a poor liar.
@songsofheroes ( rinean ) who should scold him more often.
so, the doll can talk after all. fernand was beginning to wonder if lord berkut had fallen for a mute plaything. she is so unnervingly quiet, but finally, he witnesses her crack. he knew her silence was nothing but a well-worn facade.
“thank goodness,” fernand answers, dramatically relieved. “how it pained me to offer my services to you so frivolously.” he muses lazily, stepping ‘round her like a hawk observes its prey, but he knows she is not so helpless. he does not believe in her gentle smiles nor timid curiosity. “how it pained me to offer my services to you so frivolously.” after all, just because she is lord berkut’s empress-to-be does not mean fernand is required to serve her as well.
“shall we reveal to one another our true natures?” he inquires, lips curled into a smug sneer. “surely, even you must be stifled by your timid exterior. to converse honestly like this - it is like a breath of fresh air.” no more feet kissing, no more forcing himself to worship the ground she walks upon as if he means it. no, they should all worship his.
“no more lies between us, lady rinean,” he warns as he takes a gentle hold of her gloved hand before pressing his lips to the back of her palm - chaste and curt in movement. “from today on, we shall see each other with our skins bare.”
