"Oh, poor baby," Lenore said, mocking her with a pouty moue before glancing at one of the guards. "Bring me a chair."
Gazing down at her dripping captive, Lenore smirks with amused delight as Nightie's coloring becomes more obvious. "Oh, look at you with your red hair. We're practically sisters!"
Lenore doubts that her sister-queens would appreciate the comparison, but they're not here and Lenore is going to say what she likes. Whatever she thinks will get her eventually in the direction of her goals.
She waits calmly through whatever next string of insults will inevitably follow, but she's already glancing away as if bored when the guard comes back with her chair. She--most of the guards in their castle and soldiers in their army are female, though not all--sets it down for Lenore, facing the bars. Lenore takes a dainty seat, setting the basket on her lap. "We're not going to kill you." Well, not unless Lenore gives up, and that's not going to happen while she's so thoroughly amused. "Striga was too impressed. She said it would be wrong to kill anyone of your skill. Like destroying a masterpiece. These spice cakes aren't going to stay warm forever, you know. Would you like one?"
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Gazing down at her dripping captive, Lenore smirks with amused delight as Nightie's coloring becomes more obvious. "Oh, look at you with your red hair. We're practically sisters!"
Lenore doubts that her sister-queens would appreciate the comparison, but they're not here and Lenore is going to say what she likes. Whatever she thinks will get her eventually in the direction of her goals.
She waits calmly through whatever next string of insults will inevitably follow, but she's already glancing away as if bored when the guard comes back with her chair. She--most of the guards in their castle and soldiers in their army are female, though not all--sets it down for Lenore, facing the bars. Lenore takes a dainty seat, setting the basket on her lap. "We're not going to kill you." Well, not unless Lenore gives up, and that's not going to happen while she's so thoroughly amused. "Striga was too impressed. She said it would be wrong to kill anyone of your skill. Like destroying a masterpiece. These spice cakes aren't going to stay warm forever, you know. Would you like one?"