She tried not to breathe too audible a sigh of relief when he let her hand go. He'd said he wouldn't kill her, after all, not that he wouldn't hurt her. She didn't know what to do with the news of why she'd been selected for captivity. She could hear Gareth saying 'I told you so' in her mind, though, and she was very annoyed by it. How annoying, that it would be her desire to do good, which she had been blaming for her captivity the whole time, to be the one thing that had kept her from hanging over a stupid mistake.
She'd been worried that he'd say it was too late, and winced. But Gareth hadn't given up the second the King had decided something. He'd bargained. So had the King, with Gareth. With, frankly, much better success, but still. She knew a few of the things the King liked. She could try.
"I'm sorry," she insisted, even though he wasn't wrong at all, "because I was wrong an' you were right an' I ruined yer evenin'. We don't hafta go back straight away if y'don't wanna," she said quickly. She hadn't tried to sit up yet, or, frankly, move at all. His legs were still around her hips, and he still had a general air of looming. "Y'can use th' gold coins to change back. If yer worried about me lookin' rumpled, well, everyone'll just think we had a romp in the woods." If his wings had torn a hole in the back of his shirt, his cloak still covered it. "Lovers proly do it all the time. I won't run off again, an' if y'wanna be sure..."
She glanced around, finding nothing of use, and settled on her own shirt. This wasn't a great angle for it, and there was a lot of wiggling and fumbling going on between the King's legs, but she managed to tear off a long trip from around the base, and held it up.
"Y'can use this. A leash." She'd seen mothers in the city use them on their children. An ignoble experience, to be sure, and pointless when the King could just find her or hold onto her, but he might appreciate the symbolism of it. "I won't slip away, an' the elves won't think anythin' of it. No throwin' stones in their glasses houses, the kinky bastards. An' if y'don't think I deserve t'see the fireworks, I'll close my eyes," she added. "Or y'can cover 'em! I'll be real good th' whole entire night. I'll do everythin' y'tell me without even bein' a brat about it." The King would be the first to point out that she should be doing that all the time anyway, but part of the enjoyment, by her measure, would be in the fact that she was terrible at obeying anyone about anything at any time. Being forced was one thing, but seeing her try on her own was something Gareth enjoyed so much that he was constantly trying to back her into it. She could only hope the King was in agreement.
Of course, leave it to the King to make that difficult before he'd even agreed. She bit her lip, thinking. It was very difficult, with his face this close to hers. She didn't even begin to doubt that he could tell when she was lying. It seemed about par for the course at this point.
What secrets did she have? And also, what kinds of secrets did the King like? Her horrifying, burgeoning feelings for Gareth? Nope, that ship had sailed about the time she'd argued with the King about what healthy love looked like--as if she, Stockholm queen, had any fucking room to be judging anything in that area. That part of her liked being scared by him, when he wasn't going to kill her? Mm. No, he probably just assumed everyone liked him. He wouldn't be delighted to hear her agony in that area because he'd just assume it was already there. But what? What did she not want him to kn--
The King would know when the thought hit her, because she had a face journey right there in the dirt. Her eyes widened, then narrowed, she looked embarrassed and angry and then grit her teeth. This was stupid. She didn't even think it was a good secret, but she had never wanted him to know. She turned her head to glare at a root, but he pulled her face back to look into his with a two-fingered grip on her chin. She took as deep a breath as she could manage under the circumstances, which wasn't saying much, to keep any tears from her eyes.
"You killed my dad," she said. It wasn't accusatory, even, just a statement of fact. "Thirteen years ago, you ate him at the Royal Banquet. Royal soldiers came to take his assets, an' I was thrown out onto the street. You're th' reason I was homeless; you an' him." She took another breath, this one even shorter. "He never legally adopted me," she explained, and the surge of pain that came from that admittance was an old one. "Guess they figured I was just some homeless kid come to take advantage." She dug one of her hands into the dirt, bit her lip, and then continued.
"I didn't want y'to know because I knew y'wouldn't care." This part was somehow harder to admit than that she'd been eagerly facefucked by the dragon who ate her father, such that he was. She glared down and away, cheeks red with anger and embarrassment in roughly equal parts. "I don't tell people, especially people I like, a lotta things that I don't think they care about, cause I hate bein' right." That was at the crux of all her secrets, frankly. No one would care that the King ate her father, least of all the King. He hadn't even really been her father, and she certainly had never been his child. But she was on the streets because of the King, and not a single person in the world would care, especially not anyone she wanted to.
Bridget didn't mind being splashed, since she had a magic 'dry off' button that neither of them did. But she did swim close enough to give him a large-tongued lick across the side of the face in revenge. His skin was icy against the heat of her tongue, and she would have laughed if she could. Right, they didn't have insulation! Poor, cold bastards.
She scrambled up the side of the river ahead of them, giving a mighty shake that sent a wall of water droplets out in every direction. Once she was satisfied that she was dry enough, she changed back, mildly rumpled and only slightly damp.
"I want cider too," she announced, with every intent to pour moonshine into it. "I caught dozens of pumpkins tonight, an' if Declan-Directly-To-The-Ground gets cider, I should get some too." The transforming back and forth, rapid fire, had her lightheaded. She was pushing herself too much already, and would definitely be sick in the morning. But if she was going to be sick anyway, might as well make it worth it. "I'll race you to Tommy," she told both of them. "On two legs, to make it fair! Last one there has to carry me." This seemed more than fair. She wouldn't lose--ten years ago she'd been the fastest runner in the Kingdom, and that hadn't changed much. Between an elf and a half-demon, she had no idea who'd win, and either way she got picked up.
She'd been worried that he'd say it was too late, and winced. But Gareth hadn't given up the second the King had decided something. He'd bargained. So had the King, with Gareth. With, frankly, much better success, but still. She knew a few of the things the King liked. She could try.
"I'm sorry," she insisted, even though he wasn't wrong at all, "because I was wrong an' you were right an' I ruined yer evenin'. We don't hafta go back straight away if y'don't wanna," she said quickly. She hadn't tried to sit up yet, or, frankly, move at all. His legs were still around her hips, and he still had a general air of looming. "Y'can use th' gold coins to change back. If yer worried about me lookin' rumpled, well, everyone'll just think we had a romp in the woods." If his wings had torn a hole in the back of his shirt, his cloak still covered it. "Lovers proly do it all the time. I won't run off again, an' if y'wanna be sure..."
She glanced around, finding nothing of use, and settled on her own shirt. This wasn't a great angle for it, and there was a lot of wiggling and fumbling going on between the King's legs, but she managed to tear off a long trip from around the base, and held it up.
"Y'can use this. A leash." She'd seen mothers in the city use them on their children. An ignoble experience, to be sure, and pointless when the King could just find her or hold onto her, but he might appreciate the symbolism of it. "I won't slip away, an' the elves won't think anythin' of it. No throwin' stones in their glasses houses, the kinky bastards. An' if y'don't think I deserve t'see the fireworks, I'll close my eyes," she added. "Or y'can cover 'em! I'll be real good th' whole entire night. I'll do everythin' y'tell me without even bein' a brat about it." The King would be the first to point out that she should be doing that all the time anyway, but part of the enjoyment, by her measure, would be in the fact that she was terrible at obeying anyone about anything at any time. Being forced was one thing, but seeing her try on her own was something Gareth enjoyed so much that he was constantly trying to back her into it. She could only hope the King was in agreement.
Of course, leave it to the King to make that difficult before he'd even agreed. She bit her lip, thinking. It was very difficult, with his face this close to hers. She didn't even begin to doubt that he could tell when she was lying. It seemed about par for the course at this point.
What secrets did she have? And also, what kinds of secrets did the King like? Her horrifying, burgeoning feelings for Gareth? Nope, that ship had sailed about the time she'd argued with the King about what healthy love looked like--as if she, Stockholm queen, had any fucking room to be judging anything in that area. That part of her liked being scared by him, when he wasn't going to kill her? Mm. No, he probably just assumed everyone liked him. He wouldn't be delighted to hear her agony in that area because he'd just assume it was already there. But what? What did she not want him to kn--
The King would know when the thought hit her, because she had a face journey right there in the dirt. Her eyes widened, then narrowed, she looked embarrassed and angry and then grit her teeth. This was stupid. She didn't even think it was a good secret, but she had never wanted him to know. She turned her head to glare at a root, but he pulled her face back to look into his with a two-fingered grip on her chin. She took as deep a breath as she could manage under the circumstances, which wasn't saying much, to keep any tears from her eyes.
"You killed my dad," she said. It wasn't accusatory, even, just a statement of fact. "Thirteen years ago, you ate him at the Royal Banquet. Royal soldiers came to take his assets, an' I was thrown out onto the street. You're th' reason I was homeless; you an' him." She took another breath, this one even shorter. "He never legally adopted me," she explained, and the surge of pain that came from that admittance was an old one. "Guess they figured I was just some homeless kid come to take advantage." She dug one of her hands into the dirt, bit her lip, and then continued.
"I didn't want y'to know because I knew y'wouldn't care." This part was somehow harder to admit than that she'd been eagerly facefucked by the dragon who ate her father, such that he was. She glared down and away, cheeks red with anger and embarrassment in roughly equal parts. "I don't tell people, especially people I like, a lotta things that I don't think they care about, cause I hate bein' right." That was at the crux of all her secrets, frankly. No one would care that the King ate her father, least of all the King. He hadn't even really been her father, and she certainly had never been his child. But she was on the streets because of the King, and not a single person in the world would care, especially not anyone she wanted to.
Bridget didn't mind being splashed, since she had a magic 'dry off' button that neither of them did. But she did swim close enough to give him a large-tongued lick across the side of the face in revenge. His skin was icy against the heat of her tongue, and she would have laughed if she could. Right, they didn't have insulation! Poor, cold bastards.
She scrambled up the side of the river ahead of them, giving a mighty shake that sent a wall of water droplets out in every direction. Once she was satisfied that she was dry enough, she changed back, mildly rumpled and only slightly damp.
"I want cider too," she announced, with every intent to pour moonshine into it. "I caught dozens of pumpkins tonight, an' if Declan-Directly-To-The-Ground gets cider, I should get some too." The transforming back and forth, rapid fire, had her lightheaded. She was pushing herself too much already, and would definitely be sick in the morning. But if she was going to be sick anyway, might as well make it worth it. "I'll race you to Tommy," she told both of them. "On two legs, to make it fair! Last one there has to carry me." This seemed more than fair. She wouldn't lose--ten years ago she'd been the fastest runner in the Kingdom, and that hadn't changed much. Between an elf and a half-demon, she had no idea who'd win, and either way she got picked up.
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