Owen was silent and immovable while the other man made his speech. Whether he was surprised, or offended, or intrigued he didn’t allow his face to show. His mouth was pressed into a thin vaguely disapproving line and his eyes were hidden behind dark lenses.
His pride and suspicion weren’t so easily pacified by what sounded to be a well-rehearsed performance. Owen’s eyes narrowed behind his lenses as he gave the man a more full once over from top to bottom.
Remains.
Remains.
This man dared to speak to him of remains.
“Remains?!” Owen’s voice pitched with the insult he felt and he took an aggressive step towards the man who had offended him. “Do you think that Julianna was so insignificant a person that her only remains are bound up in the body that decays under ground?” His voice had grown louder and sounded to him quite thunderous. He rode the wave of his indignant rage. With a dramatic flourish, Owen pulled his sunglasses from his face to reveal stone grey eyes that were lit with passion and pain. “Julianna remains in so much more than a corpse. That body never contained all that was her. She is in the policies I continue to enforce in her name. In the beautiful daughters we made together.” He mimicked the other man’s gesture to himself - hand splayed out on his chest. “She remains within me. My memory and devotion to her. Julianna’s remains are so much more than a body. And if use of her body would bring her fullness back to me then so be it.”
He paused to allow his words to sink in.
“Do not-” the care he took to enunciate the words came as a warning, “patronize me. Presume to know my private interior state. What I want. Or what I need. I have enough advisors and counselors for that. At this time you have my tenuous permission to tell me about you and your processes. But make no mistake, I have no desire to get to know you. On any personal or intimate level. I have no desire to know a man who does not consider the words he speaks to a grieving husband. And fankly, I’m concerned as to what you think you are waiting for. If the country is so dire as you suggest, then why are you wasting my time? Some of us, my good sir, are taking necessary action to prevent further harm to this country.”
He hinted at the warships that were no doubt departing on their journey across the sea to the isles to assist him in retaining the throne. Owen was rather pleased with his impassioned speech and placed his sunglasses back on his face to resume that same impassive stare while he waited for whatever else the man had to say.
His pride and suspicion weren’t so easily pacified by what sounded to be a well-rehearsed performance. Owen’s eyes narrowed behind his lenses as he gave the man a more full once over from top to bottom.
Remains.
Remains.
This man dared to speak to him of remains.
“Remains?!” Owen’s voice pitched with the insult he felt and he took an aggressive step towards the man who had offended him. “Do you think that Julianna was so insignificant a person that her only remains are bound up in the body that decays under ground?” His voice had grown louder and sounded to him quite thunderous. He rode the wave of his indignant rage. With a dramatic flourish, Owen pulled his sunglasses from his face to reveal stone grey eyes that were lit with passion and pain. “Julianna remains in so much more than a corpse. That body never contained all that was her. She is in the policies I continue to enforce in her name. In the beautiful daughters we made together.” He mimicked the other man’s gesture to himself - hand splayed out on his chest. “She remains within me. My memory and devotion to her. Julianna’s remains are so much more than a body. And if use of her body would bring her fullness back to me then so be it.”
He paused to allow his words to sink in.
“Do not-” the care he took to enunciate the words came as a warning, “patronize me. Presume to know my private interior state. What I want. Or what I need. I have enough advisors and counselors for that. At this time you have my tenuous permission to tell me about you and your processes. But make no mistake, I have no desire to get to know you. On any personal or intimate level. I have no desire to know a man who does not consider the words he speaks to a grieving husband. And fankly, I’m concerned as to what you think you are waiting for. If the country is so dire as you suggest, then why are you wasting my time? Some of us, my good sir, are taking necessary action to prevent further harm to this country.”
He hinted at the warships that were no doubt departing on their journey across the sea to the isles to assist him in retaining the throne. Owen was rather pleased with his impassioned speech and placed his sunglasses back on his face to resume that same impassive stare while he waited for whatever else the man had to say.
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