"I know that, Peter." And there's an edge to her voice as she says it. She runs a hand through her hair, tugs just a little to hard on it as she does so, "Lion's Mane, you think I don't know that? We have been doing clean-up on this since well before you came home. But the Tisroc does not want to listen to the man who bested his eldest son in battle, nor the barbarian prize that son had hoped to win."
Because that had been the fate planned for her, had Rabadash succeeded. She would have been taken back to Calormen, made a concubine to the Prince against her will. The Tisroc had made that quite clear when they had first attempted to discuss matters with him.
The knowledge of that almost-fate gets a stiffening in her shoulders again, another pang of pain shooting through her chest. It is not easy thing to have been very nearly in love with a man who would have made you his slave when denied marriage.
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Date: 2014-01-25 05:38 am (UTC)Because that had been the fate planned for her, had Rabadash succeeded. She would have been taken back to Calormen, made a concubine to the Prince against her will. The Tisroc had made that quite clear when they had first attempted to discuss matters with him.
The knowledge of that almost-fate gets a stiffening in her shoulders again, another pang of pain shooting through her chest. It is not easy thing to have been very nearly in love with a man who would have made you his slave when denied marriage.