[ he does not need her permission. choice is important to her, as important as it is to him. she would never take away his choice nor would she ever give him an ultimatum, not if she could help it.
but as he speaks, she can barely contain her desire to scoff, her back painfully straightening as if her pride willed it so. she's been as generous, as magnanimous as she can be in this moment, while still grappling with all that he's told her about the future, about the death of her father and now with the idea of her mate being with someone else.
she draws in a shaky breath, feeling the unfair prick of tears once more, a sudden surge of humiliation settling over her, out of nowhere, creeping through the cracks in her armor, born of exhaustion and grief. ]
Do you really think so little of me? Of what I've said? What I've shown you? Of course, I want you. [ how could he think she doesn't want him? how could he think that she'd be comfortable with immediately shacking up with the other woman in his life? she needs time and somehow that's unfair to him? she moves to climb off of him then, biting back an agonized groan at the way her back feels, shivering at the sudden chill of the room hitting her as she wobbles on her bare feet. ] If you think that the first night I'm here, in this strange place, after finding out everything that I have, that I can handle sleeping in the same room that you share with her.... do you really not understand why I would struggle with that?
[ a few traitorous tears roll down her cheeks, tears that she's quick to wipe away with a nervous flit of her fingers. she feels every ounce of anger she's pushed down for his sake starting to bubble up and it takes everything she has to stamp it down, to try and keep her voice even and calm. ] You fucked another female, Rhys. You feel for her. Instead of riping out her throat or yours, like Amren or Nestia might, I'd like to think I've been gracious and even-handed. And yet you expect me to smile and share a bed with you both? Is it so unfair for me to ask for some time, some space to understand this place and grieve?
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but as he speaks, she can barely contain her desire to scoff, her back painfully straightening as if her pride willed it so. she's been as generous, as magnanimous as she can be in this moment, while still grappling with all that he's told her about the future, about the death of her father and now with the idea of her mate being with someone else.
she draws in a shaky breath, feeling the unfair prick of tears once more, a sudden surge of humiliation settling over her, out of nowhere, creeping through the cracks in her armor, born of exhaustion and grief. ]
Do you really think so little of me? Of what I've said? What I've shown you? Of course, I want you. [ how could he think she doesn't want him? how could he think that she'd be comfortable with immediately shacking up with the other woman in his life? she needs time and somehow that's unfair to him? she moves to climb off of him then, biting back an agonized groan at the way her back feels, shivering at the sudden chill of the room hitting her as she wobbles on her bare feet. ] If you think that the first night I'm here, in this strange place, after finding out everything that I have, that I can handle sleeping in the same room that you share with her.... do you really not understand why I would struggle with that?
[ a few traitorous tears roll down her cheeks, tears that she's quick to wipe away with a nervous flit of her fingers. she feels every ounce of anger she's pushed down for his sake starting to bubble up and it takes everything she has to stamp it down, to try and keep her voice even and calm. ] You fucked another female, Rhys. You feel for her. Instead of riping out her throat or yours, like Amren or Nestia might, I'd like to think I've been gracious and even-handed. And yet you expect me to smile and share a bed with you both? Is it so unfair for me to ask for some time, some space to understand this place and grieve?