[ That's new. New enough that a little squeak of surprise slips out of her and she tenses just a bit under his touch. But again - the emotion is surprise, not fear or caution.
Why would she be afraid? For all his threats, the promise of violence behind his touch, the Mors King has never actually hurt her. He's made her comfortable in every way a king should accommodate a guest and even this nightly indignity is starting to feel more performative than out of any real desire to distress her. His touch is so careful, it's almost hesitant and though nothing about it is appropriate, he's never actually gone though and defiled her.
She wonders if the Mors King realizes just what a contradiction his behavior is. She wonders, sometimes, if he's the one who's forgotten what she's here for. ]
Then... why do you keep doing it?
[ That had been their agreement, after all. If she'd failed to satisfy him, Fragaria would be forfeit. So why...? ]
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[ That's new. New enough that a little squeak of surprise slips out of her and she tenses just a bit under his touch. But again - the emotion is surprise, not fear or caution.
Why would she be afraid? For all his threats, the promise of violence behind his touch, the Mors King has never actually hurt her. He's made her comfortable in every way a king should accommodate a guest and even this nightly indignity is starting to feel more performative than out of any real desire to distress her. His touch is so careful, it's almost hesitant and though nothing about it is appropriate, he's never actually gone though and defiled her.
She wonders if the Mors King realizes just what a contradiction his behavior is. She wonders, sometimes, if he's the one who's forgotten what she's here for. ]
Then... why do you keep doing it?
[ That had been their agreement, after all. If she'd failed to satisfy him, Fragaria would be forfeit. So why...? ]