[ For all that they're probably in some dive diner-type place, Clair still eats like she's at a twenty course dinner party hosted by the queen of England herself. Silverware: held properly. The food on her plate: cut into tiny, ruthlessly precise pieces before they go anywhere near her mouth. Elbows: far away from the table. Mila forbid they touch the surface of it.
She even waits until she's swallowed all of her food before asking: ]
Are you lecturing me, sir?
[ Because that's kind of what it sounds like?? She scowls—nobody lectures her, except maybe her older brother, Clive. Not even her parents had much of a stomach for it, which is probably how she ended up a knight in the first place. ]
I am one of the finest knights in the One Kingdom! I fought at King Alm's side in the war! I was there on the battlefield the day that he slew the fell dragon Duma and the gods left our world! I am perfectly capable of— [ gods, all this dramatic soliloquizing is making her head want to split open. ] —making my own... [ she wants to die ] —decisions.
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She even waits until she's swallowed all of her food before asking: ]
Are you lecturing me, sir?
[ Because that's kind of what it sounds like?? She scowls—nobody lectures her, except maybe her older brother, Clive. Not even her parents had much of a stomach for it, which is probably how she ended up a knight in the first place. ]
I am one of the finest knights in the One Kingdom! I fought at King Alm's side in the war! I was there on the battlefield the day that he slew the fell dragon Duma and the gods left our world! I am perfectly capable of— [ gods, all this dramatic soliloquizing is making her head want to split open. ] —making my own... [ she wants to die ] —decisions.