Sabrina almost loses the whole gambit in that first moment, when she sees Charlie, her Charlie bruised and broken looking. She almost cries out; she has to curl her fingertips into her palms to remind herself not to set the little monsters on fire.
She forces herself to stand as tall as she had with a golden crown on her head, and take slow steps toward them. "He pleases me, though your treatment, as ever, does not. Am I to suppose that should I rule you in truth, I will have all the things meant to please me brought with signs of your mishandling? If he pleases me as much as I think he will, you will take better care of him, or I will become very personally involved."
God, she feels sick.
"I wanted him unchained and free to move. And privacy." Oh god, she wants to be sick. "I may be no blushing virgin for your Lord, but I am certainly not for your eyes." She makes herself turn and stride away toward the bed, pinching her palm as hard as she can to keep from shaking or giving herself away.
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She forces herself to stand as tall as she had with a golden crown on her head, and take slow steps toward them. "He pleases me, though your treatment, as ever, does not. Am I to suppose that should I rule you in truth, I will have all the things meant to please me brought with signs of your mishandling? If he pleases me as much as I think he will, you will take better care of him, or I will become very personally involved."
God, she feels sick.
"I wanted him unchained and free to move. And privacy." Oh god, she wants to be sick. "I may be no blushing virgin for your Lord, but I am certainly not for your eyes." She makes herself turn and stride away toward the bed, pinching her palm as hard as she can to keep from shaking or giving herself away.