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While Carina had been expecting some form of outburst from her unwanted husband, it didn't make it any easier to deal with. Her body naturally flinched at the loud crash that came with his palm slamming against the table, instinctively shying away from the noise and leaning in the opposite direction to where the aggressive act came from. Her eyes rested on his hand, watching as coffee seeped across the table and began to drip off the edge.
Impulsively, she swallowed at the sight of faint wisps of smoke that were beginning to appear, squeezing out through the gaps between his fingers from either side of his palm. It was in these moments that Carina was so painfully made aware of how completely and utterly vulnerable she was. Since Sven often choose to bite back at her with words, it was so easy to become caught up in the verbal battles and completely forget about the weapon and true power he had within him. Their squabbles, regardless of how petty and spiteful, always left her feeling like they were on an equal playing field; especially now with them both knowing of two weaknesses for the other.
However when he did decide to show his power and his temper, Carina did feel a flicker of fear.
"My, my... and you say you worry about me and my temper harming our child." She finally murmured, daring to speak despite the threat he had just provided. Her voice was quiet, but calm and unwavering despite the fright she had just previously had.
Carina was grateful to see Lauren in that moment, and share that briefest exchange in smiles with the girl. It allowed her to remember her confidence, her control.
Finishing the last of her orange slices, the new Queen finished her cup of coffee before standing, placing the napkin on a plate that hadn't even been touched, "Lauren, go to my chambers and pick out a suitable funeral dress." She ordered to her secret ally, moving away from her seat as she lazily adjusted her dressing gown, ensuring to offer glimpses to the nightgown underneath.
A step was taken to the side of Sven's chair and a hand reached out to tenderly brush the knuckles of her fingers against his cheek, "It's a shame you act like you don't enjoy my fighting against you, my love," she then smiled softly, eyes on her fingers before they dipped down to graze tantalisingly over the hickey that poked out from his collar, "Especially when you and I both know that's not the truth."
Her hand snapped back to her side immediately after, learning her lesson about being to close to him after any form of disrespect after yesterday's rebuttal. Her smile melted into a smirk and Carina stepped away, tying up her dressing gown as she rounded his chair to begin preparing for another hellish day.
Impulsively, she swallowed at the sight of faint wisps of smoke that were beginning to appear, squeezing out through the gaps between his fingers from either side of his palm. It was in these moments that Carina was so painfully made aware of how completely and utterly vulnerable she was. Since Sven often choose to bite back at her with words, it was so easy to become caught up in the verbal battles and completely forget about the weapon and true power he had within him. Their squabbles, regardless of how petty and spiteful, always left her feeling like they were on an equal playing field; especially now with them both knowing of two weaknesses for the other.
However when he did decide to show his power and his temper, Carina did feel a flicker of fear.
"My, my... and you say you worry about me and my temper harming our child." She finally murmured, daring to speak despite the threat he had just provided. Her voice was quiet, but calm and unwavering despite the fright she had just previously had.
Carina was grateful to see Lauren in that moment, and share that briefest exchange in smiles with the girl. It allowed her to remember her confidence, her control.
Finishing the last of her orange slices, the new Queen finished her cup of coffee before standing, placing the napkin on a plate that hadn't even been touched, "Lauren, go to my chambers and pick out a suitable funeral dress." She ordered to her secret ally, moving away from her seat as she lazily adjusted her dressing gown, ensuring to offer glimpses to the nightgown underneath.
A step was taken to the side of Sven's chair and a hand reached out to tenderly brush the knuckles of her fingers against his cheek, "It's a shame you act like you don't enjoy my fighting against you, my love," she then smiled softly, eyes on her fingers before they dipped down to graze tantalisingly over the hickey that poked out from his collar, "Especially when you and I both know that's not the truth."
Her hand snapped back to her side immediately after, learning her lesson about being to close to him after any form of disrespect after yesterday's rebuttal. Her smile melted into a smirk and Carina stepped away, tying up her dressing gown as she rounded his chair to begin preparing for another hellish day.