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"Then maybe it's up to you to change those expectations." Carina answered quietly, eyes remaining on the window to continue peering out at the kingdom in question, "If-- If anyone can do it, then it'll be you. You're the king, for God's sake. If anyone is in a position to change expectations then it's you."
Carina didn't say that he would probably receive some backlash for his change in attitude towards her. The whole time him and his people had been on the same page in terms of hating her. But once they realised he was treating her differently not just because of the baby but because of how he now felt towards her... she couldn't imagine it would go down well. However, she wasn't about to bring that up. She suspected he was already aware of such a thing.
Not to mention she didn't actually believe this change of heart would last very long.
To Carina, while it was a relief to not be at each other's throats and the idea of them being civil with one another was a dream... for her it felt like it was still just that, a dream. She envisioned his behaviour changing again, whether he meant for it to or not, once the baby was born. She imagined that the new-found feelings he apparently had were just redirected emotion toward the baby and he was mistaking them for liking her more than he wanted to. Not to mention, this could just be a side effect of him having lost everyone he once held dear, and now he was clutching at straws.
Licking her lower lip, she reluctantly turned her head back to look at him, her expression neutral but there was a quizzical gleam to her eye that she couldn't mask.
"This image you've curated... do you really like it? You can be a strong leader without being cruel and heavy-handed, Sven. Your image is going to start crumbling the moment word gets out that we're being.... being nice... to one another. You might as well start painting a new portrait of yourself to them now. Besides, think of all the people who didn't like the way you ruled before: who were miserable at being berated and belittled... think of all those people you'd win over if you just... just changed your ways a little."
From there she fell silent, uncertain as to how her little speech would be received. Even with him having said he wanted to try and make things work between them... she didn't know how much of that was truly real, despite all his desperate attempts to get her to believe him. However, her hand slipped up a little higher on her belly, lips parting quietly and eyes dropping to the spot.
She hesitated, but then her eyes moved up to him, "Come-- come here..." She murmured, motioning him with hurried hand movements as the one remained on the spot, "You... you should feel them moving."
Carina didn't say that he would probably receive some backlash for his change in attitude towards her. The whole time him and his people had been on the same page in terms of hating her. But once they realised he was treating her differently not just because of the baby but because of how he now felt towards her... she couldn't imagine it would go down well. However, she wasn't about to bring that up. She suspected he was already aware of such a thing.
Not to mention she didn't actually believe this change of heart would last very long.
To Carina, while it was a relief to not be at each other's throats and the idea of them being civil with one another was a dream... for her it felt like it was still just that, a dream. She envisioned his behaviour changing again, whether he meant for it to or not, once the baby was born. She imagined that the new-found feelings he apparently had were just redirected emotion toward the baby and he was mistaking them for liking her more than he wanted to. Not to mention, this could just be a side effect of him having lost everyone he once held dear, and now he was clutching at straws.
Licking her lower lip, she reluctantly turned her head back to look at him, her expression neutral but there was a quizzical gleam to her eye that she couldn't mask.
"This image you've curated... do you really like it? You can be a strong leader without being cruel and heavy-handed, Sven. Your image is going to start crumbling the moment word gets out that we're being.... being nice... to one another. You might as well start painting a new portrait of yourself to them now. Besides, think of all the people who didn't like the way you ruled before: who were miserable at being berated and belittled... think of all those people you'd win over if you just... just changed your ways a little."
From there she fell silent, uncertain as to how her little speech would be received. Even with him having said he wanted to try and make things work between them... she didn't know how much of that was truly real, despite all his desperate attempts to get her to believe him. However, her hand slipped up a little higher on her belly, lips parting quietly and eyes dropping to the spot.
She hesitated, but then her eyes moved up to him, "Come-- come here..." She murmured, motioning him with hurried hand movements as the one remained on the spot, "You... you should feel them moving."