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"Good, because you would have no ability to stop me even if you wanted to. Actually, no... scratch that," she laughed humorlessly, "You have no right to stop me." She stepped away from where she was stood checking her reflection in the mirror on the one side of the wall. Her expression was akin to ice - cold and unyielding, a muscle in her jaw jumping every so often. However her eyes betrayed her, portraying the anger and irritation she felt at him even speaking to her.
At that moment in time, she didn't want to hear about his love for their son. If anything, it only angered her more. For him to claim he loved Lorcan after having had an affair that ruined their son's family. For him to tell her that he was going to punish those who took him, knowing full well that one of those people would be Eris and knowing full well that he had already been tasked with getting rid of her once but being unable to do so. And for him to think that telling her he wasn't going to stop her was something he ought to be applauded for. She didn't care if he would or wouldn't try to stop her.
Carina wouldn't let him stop her even if he wanted to.
"I don't know what you would like me to say in response to you telling me you want stop me, Sven." She continued, shifting the forearm pieces before looking back up to him, eyes narrowed as she surveyed him in his own armour. Of course she had her own concern on his safety, she had loved him and probably still did under all the layers of hurt and pain and betrayal and fury. But it was buried too deep for now and her adrenaline was too focused on getting Lorcan back.
"Do you want me to thank you? To get on my knees and kiss your feet for letting me ride along your great and powerful Ignisian army? Or-- or perhaps you want me to be grateful that you are riding into battle for our son too. Maybe you're hoping that with me coming, we'll rekindle our love and that I'll forgive you over the spilt blood of your mistress."
Her voice had become harsher and harsher, her tongue sharper and her words venomous and barbed. The metal on her forearms had started taking on a misty coating, hinting to the ice that was starting to form over the pieces of armour that were to keep her safe. Abruptly, the young queen shook out her hands and her head, a soft growl sounding under her breath.
"Just don't get in my way. I can't guarantee who I'll see as my enemy once the battle starts." The threat was thick in the tension she allowed it to bring, uncaring to the hurt it may cause as she tore past him, ensuring she didn't even brush past him in the space of the armoury. She knew she wouldn't really hurt him, however she wanted him to stay away from her. If her displays of power from the morning were coupled up with the threat she had just dished out, then hopefully he would keep his distance.
The last thing Carina wanted was her patience tested again. He had been close enough to some repercussion already.
At that moment in time, she didn't want to hear about his love for their son. If anything, it only angered her more. For him to claim he loved Lorcan after having had an affair that ruined their son's family. For him to tell her that he was going to punish those who took him, knowing full well that one of those people would be Eris and knowing full well that he had already been tasked with getting rid of her once but being unable to do so. And for him to think that telling her he wasn't going to stop her was something he ought to be applauded for. She didn't care if he would or wouldn't try to stop her.
Carina wouldn't let him stop her even if he wanted to.
"I don't know what you would like me to say in response to you telling me you want stop me, Sven." She continued, shifting the forearm pieces before looking back up to him, eyes narrowed as she surveyed him in his own armour. Of course she had her own concern on his safety, she had loved him and probably still did under all the layers of hurt and pain and betrayal and fury. But it was buried too deep for now and her adrenaline was too focused on getting Lorcan back.
"Do you want me to thank you? To get on my knees and kiss your feet for letting me ride along your great and powerful Ignisian army? Or-- or perhaps you want me to be grateful that you are riding into battle for our son too. Maybe you're hoping that with me coming, we'll rekindle our love and that I'll forgive you over the spilt blood of your mistress."
Her voice had become harsher and harsher, her tongue sharper and her words venomous and barbed. The metal on her forearms had started taking on a misty coating, hinting to the ice that was starting to form over the pieces of armour that were to keep her safe. Abruptly, the young queen shook out her hands and her head, a soft growl sounding under her breath.
"Just don't get in my way. I can't guarantee who I'll see as my enemy once the battle starts." The threat was thick in the tension she allowed it to bring, uncaring to the hurt it may cause as she tore past him, ensuring she didn't even brush past him in the space of the armoury. She knew she wouldn't really hurt him, however she wanted him to stay away from her. If her displays of power from the morning were coupled up with the threat she had just dished out, then hopefully he would keep his distance.
The last thing Carina wanted was her patience tested again. He had been close enough to some repercussion already.