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"Be quiet, Sven."
The words were quiet and small, yet harsh and thick with suppressed emotion. Although that wasn't going very well, suppressing her emotions, that was. It felt like as his anger melted away from him, it immediately became absorbed into her own body. Her fear mixed dangerously with that rage, that disbelief that he would think her so cruel and manipulative. That he believed she would lie about the death of their child. Carina knew she had not been without her own sadistic moments, the executions a month ago proved that. But to withhold such devastating news from him, for him to think she would use that against him...
"You need to be quiet. You need to shut up right now." Her voice grew in strength, but also in coldness. If her powers were not controlled by the bracelet on her wrist, the whole room would have lowered a few degrees by this point. She could feel that ice seething in her veins.
She turned away from him, reaching for the slip she allowed to drop to the floor by kneeling awkwardly so she didn't have to bend with her bump. Carina kept her back to him as she gingerly pulled it back on over her head, trying to control everything that was raging within her head.
Finally she turned back to face him, both hands resting protectively over her bump. She continued to watch him, wanting the silence to grow, wanting a discomfort to grow within him. The same humiliation and discomfort she had just felt, she wanted replicated within him. Carina was hurt, and while she knew she had reason to be, she couldn't understand just why she was as hurt as she was. This was Sven, after all. Why was she so surprised that an accusation such as this had come from him? He always doubted her, always suspected her. He always believed she was doing something to undermine or hurt him.
Carina allowed the tension to linger, palpable and thick in the air, before she lowered herself to sit on the lid of the toilet again. "You know... you've truly put me through some shit, this past year or so, Sven," she began softly, a hand tenderly running over the bump, "And between this accusation, the attack on the carriage, and you murdering my brother and then leaving me in the dungeon for the night with his head... I am surprised I have remained as sane as I am now."
Silence fell again as she cast her gaze toward the window, a shaky exhale escaping her as she dealt with the remains of her fear. He wouldn't touch her now. If there was anything she had learned about him, was that he wouldn't touch her now he had been corrected. Hell, maybe he'd even avoid her for a few days now, too mortified by what he had just done.
"You're so fucking proud, aren't you? You hate me that fucking much that you... you couldn't even bring yourself just to... to talk to me about what you feared. So scared that I would use it against you." Carina laughed quietly, but the noise was bitter and held no humour. Her gaze moved back to pierce him, irises almost seeming to have turned a colder blue as that ice continued to burn within her, "If you had only asked you would have known that those vitamins were because I was scared I wasn't getting enough food for the baby to grow strong and healthy. Everything I've done, since the moment I found out I carried your child was to make sure it stayed alive and well and strong. Because despite what you might think of me, I will love this child until you decide to remove my head from my body. Because it is my child too, whether you fucking like it or not."
She stood, body trembling but not out of the fright she experienced earlier, but because her anger had become too strong to repress. "You think-- you think I care about your apology? You've just accused me of hiding a miscarriage, a miscarriage of our child, because... what? I'm 'an emotionless psycho'? Because you thought I would use that to break you, later down the line? You've just made me strip to prove to you that the bump was fucking real, Sven!" Her voice had risen to a yell, something she had never done before.
"Not once have you considered asking me about what was going on. Not once have you thought to ask me how I've been feeling during this pregnancy. You've been too caught up, listening to people who clearly hate me for who I am, allowing their poisonous words and accusations to get into your head! Oh yes, 'I've been told this' or 'I've been told that'. That's all bullshit, Sven, and you know it." Eyes watered threateningly, voice once more thick with those tears, "I've not touched a single drink or piece of food that I think could harm out baby the moment I found out. That bottle of wine clearly isn't mine. Nor are the sheets! And for the record, I've not seen the royal physician because I've had recurring nightmares of him ripping my baby out of me!"
Carina looked away from him, head hanging as emotion began to get the better of her, "Perhaps you should stop looking so closely at me, Sven, and start taking a look at those you keep close to you." She murmured finally, head rising to reveal flushed cheeks which bore some fresh tear tracks. "If the sheets weren't mine, how did Natalia know where or how to find them? Don't think I haven't noticed her lack of pregnancy symptoms, good or bad. As for the bottle of wine, perhaps you should ask her about it. I heard one of the maids talking about how she enjoyed it all to herself. Not to mention... her bump hasn't seemed to grow much lately."
Taking a deep breath, the young queen raised a hand from the bump to wipe at her cheeks, chin tilting upward to keep her head held high. "This is your cue to leave. I'm done with this, and I'm done with you. And don't bother coming back with a tray of fucking tea to try and make amends, you'll only have it burning your face when I throw it back."
The words were quiet and small, yet harsh and thick with suppressed emotion. Although that wasn't going very well, suppressing her emotions, that was. It felt like as his anger melted away from him, it immediately became absorbed into her own body. Her fear mixed dangerously with that rage, that disbelief that he would think her so cruel and manipulative. That he believed she would lie about the death of their child. Carina knew she had not been without her own sadistic moments, the executions a month ago proved that. But to withhold such devastating news from him, for him to think she would use that against him...
"You need to be quiet. You need to shut up right now." Her voice grew in strength, but also in coldness. If her powers were not controlled by the bracelet on her wrist, the whole room would have lowered a few degrees by this point. She could feel that ice seething in her veins.
She turned away from him, reaching for the slip she allowed to drop to the floor by kneeling awkwardly so she didn't have to bend with her bump. Carina kept her back to him as she gingerly pulled it back on over her head, trying to control everything that was raging within her head.
Finally she turned back to face him, both hands resting protectively over her bump. She continued to watch him, wanting the silence to grow, wanting a discomfort to grow within him. The same humiliation and discomfort she had just felt, she wanted replicated within him. Carina was hurt, and while she knew she had reason to be, she couldn't understand just why she was as hurt as she was. This was Sven, after all. Why was she so surprised that an accusation such as this had come from him? He always doubted her, always suspected her. He always believed she was doing something to undermine or hurt him.
Carina allowed the tension to linger, palpable and thick in the air, before she lowered herself to sit on the lid of the toilet again. "You know... you've truly put me through some shit, this past year or so, Sven," she began softly, a hand tenderly running over the bump, "And between this accusation, the attack on the carriage, and you murdering my brother and then leaving me in the dungeon for the night with his head... I am surprised I have remained as sane as I am now."
Silence fell again as she cast her gaze toward the window, a shaky exhale escaping her as she dealt with the remains of her fear. He wouldn't touch her now. If there was anything she had learned about him, was that he wouldn't touch her now he had been corrected. Hell, maybe he'd even avoid her for a few days now, too mortified by what he had just done.
"You're so fucking proud, aren't you? You hate me that fucking much that you... you couldn't even bring yourself just to... to talk to me about what you feared. So scared that I would use it against you." Carina laughed quietly, but the noise was bitter and held no humour. Her gaze moved back to pierce him, irises almost seeming to have turned a colder blue as that ice continued to burn within her, "If you had only asked you would have known that those vitamins were because I was scared I wasn't getting enough food for the baby to grow strong and healthy. Everything I've done, since the moment I found out I carried your child was to make sure it stayed alive and well and strong. Because despite what you might think of me, I will love this child until you decide to remove my head from my body. Because it is my child too, whether you fucking like it or not."
She stood, body trembling but not out of the fright she experienced earlier, but because her anger had become too strong to repress. "You think-- you think I care about your apology? You've just accused me of hiding a miscarriage, a miscarriage of our child, because... what? I'm 'an emotionless psycho'? Because you thought I would use that to break you, later down the line? You've just made me strip to prove to you that the bump was fucking real, Sven!" Her voice had risen to a yell, something she had never done before.
"Not once have you considered asking me about what was going on. Not once have you thought to ask me how I've been feeling during this pregnancy. You've been too caught up, listening to people who clearly hate me for who I am, allowing their poisonous words and accusations to get into your head! Oh yes, 'I've been told this' or 'I've been told that'. That's all bullshit, Sven, and you know it." Eyes watered threateningly, voice once more thick with those tears, "I've not touched a single drink or piece of food that I think could harm out baby the moment I found out. That bottle of wine clearly isn't mine. Nor are the sheets! And for the record, I've not seen the royal physician because I've had recurring nightmares of him ripping my baby out of me!"
Carina looked away from him, head hanging as emotion began to get the better of her, "Perhaps you should stop looking so closely at me, Sven, and start taking a look at those you keep close to you." She murmured finally, head rising to reveal flushed cheeks which bore some fresh tear tracks. "If the sheets weren't mine, how did Natalia know where or how to find them? Don't think I haven't noticed her lack of pregnancy symptoms, good or bad. As for the bottle of wine, perhaps you should ask her about it. I heard one of the maids talking about how she enjoyed it all to herself. Not to mention... her bump hasn't seemed to grow much lately."
Taking a deep breath, the young queen raised a hand from the bump to wipe at her cheeks, chin tilting upward to keep her head held high. "This is your cue to leave. I'm done with this, and I'm done with you. And don't bother coming back with a tray of fucking tea to try and make amends, you'll only have it burning your face when I throw it back."