Date: 2012-11-15 02:20 am (UTC)
battle_born: (frown} thinking / bothered)
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Touching her, he could feel her tension, fighting for composure, and it angered him. Frowning, his hand fell to her shoulder, simply resting there, a warm and heavy weight.

"Would you fear me less if I killed your brother?" he offered bluntly. "I saw the way you look at him. He frightens you...he thinks he has won our loyalty by marrying you off like a prize. If you wish it, I will make for you a wedding gift of his head."
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