[ She starts to laugh - ow, ow, ow. Shaking her head, and it isn't something she should laugh at, but at least he knows that about her. ]
Naturally, once it became bad enough. I would true enough. [ Then she waves him off, shaking her head as she quiets. ] But that would certainly serve me well, wouldn't? Marry a prominent man, then kill him because a wife would not listen to her husband about what this land as a whole considers decent.
[ And that there is there difference. She goes hard, direct. Perhaps this is why she lost her wars, lost her kingdom. Her jaw sets and rolls against itself. ]
I would never. If a man dishonoured men, he will be killed for it, and all shall know why it has happened. I do not use poison to do my work.
Because I do not use poison. I make my grieves known as plain as any man. [ She sighs, deeper - not so much at Byerly. But at this - all of this. She thought her life done with this but... ]
... So is that to be my choice? Go through husbands, killing them when they dishonour me, treat me poorly until I find one that will treat me as I deserve? How do you suppose that will serve me?
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You'd listen if a man ordered you to dress differently? You wouldn't just run him through?
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Naturally, once it became bad enough. I would true enough. [ Then she waves him off, shaking her head as she quiets. ] But that would certainly serve me well, wouldn't? Marry a prominent man, then kill him because a wife would not listen to her husband about what this land as a whole considers decent.
How do you think that would pass here?
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[ He gives a little sigh. ]
Poison. Not being obvious and lopping his head off.
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I would never. If a man dishonoured men, he will be killed for it, and all shall know why it has happened. I do not use poison to do my work.
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Why? What difference does it make to him?
I think I fucked up that last tag but I am not sure where laughs
... So is that to be my choice? Go through husbands, killing them when they dishonour me, treat me poorly until I find one that will treat me as I deserve? How do you suppose that will serve me?