Circe’s grin was unsettling. Not in the way she found most facial expression unsettling, but in the way the Circe’s show of teeth seemed to imply she knew something that Priya did not know. Priya did not like to not know things. That mouth and those freckles were all conspiring against her; they were so much easier to forget when they were off having grand adventures across the seas.
So unburdened, to be the King’s Navy, she imagined. Flitting to and fro without a care in the world. Without such restrictions one could find on dry land.
“The king is very busy,” she muttered into her cup. As if it was the fault of the position he did not want that kept him from her. Quiet and bitter, like the tea she had let sit to long. Her annoyance steeping in the rumors of a waif in his charge.
It had been easier to love them, both of them, before they were a Navy and King. A rebel and a librarian were much the same as an apprentice. Harder for them to leave her behind.
It was better to work than to wallow.
“The only thing taller about you is your heels.” Priya pursed her lips, hunching her shoulders and sinking further into the plush cushions, looking all the while like a pouting child, not particularly worthy of the praise she was receiving. As thoughtless as she believed it to be. “Flowers are not my weakness,” she insisted. “And if you were to bring me any I would quickly turn them into potions.” It was not quite a threat.
“You’ve not outsmarted me in the past, I do not expect you to start now,” she teased.
So unburdened, to be the King’s Navy, she imagined. Flitting to and fro without a care in the world. Without such restrictions one could find on dry land.
“The king is very busy,” she muttered into her cup. As if it was the fault of the position he did not want that kept him from her. Quiet and bitter, like the tea she had let sit to long. Her annoyance steeping in the rumors of a waif in his charge.
It had been easier to love them, both of them, before they were a Navy and King. A rebel and a librarian were much the same as an apprentice. Harder for them to leave her behind.
It was better to work than to wallow.
“The only thing taller about you is your heels.” Priya pursed her lips, hunching her shoulders and sinking further into the plush cushions, looking all the while like a pouting child, not particularly worthy of the praise she was receiving. As thoughtless as she believed it to be. “Flowers are not my weakness,” she insisted. “And if you were to bring me any I would quickly turn them into potions.” It was not quite a threat.
“You’ve not outsmarted me in the past, I do not expect you to start now,” she teased.
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