She blinked, not- it had been so long since someone had reacted thus, but she shook her head slightly. "No," she said. "I did this, but..." She licked her lips, and she inhaled once, and then spoke, quickly but firmly. "I wished to kill him. The piece of glass sliced my hand, but if the station had not intervened... He surely would have died."
And she didn't seem particularly upset about it. "He... he did not-" And then she stopped, before she spoke, this time quieter. Less sure. "He... did not strike me. He has not-" And then she stopped again, her brows furrowed, before she shook her head. She did not wish to speak of it, and surely - until the marriage was annulled --
She exhaled slowly. "He did not cut me, Klaus. I promise you."
He reminded her so of Robb, or what her mind has cobbled together of her brother. She had not seen him in years and he is dead and gone, but the way he would be angered if he knew this, that surely he would care-- she had wondered, for the longest time. She had wondered what he would do if he knew of Joffrey, of the Kingsguard, of Petyr Baelish. If he would be angry, if he would defend her when there had been no one else. No one, but oddly her husband - only once, but he had stopped Joffrey from stripping her in the marketplace, in public.
She liked to think he would, she liked to think - she liked to think he would react the way Klaus had, so obviously angry.
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Date: 2012-06-18 03:37 am (UTC)From:And she didn't seem particularly upset about it. "He... he did not-" And then she stopped, before she spoke, this time quieter. Less sure. "He... did not strike me. He has not-" And then she stopped again, her brows furrowed, before she shook her head. She did not wish to speak of it, and surely - until the marriage was annulled --
She exhaled slowly. "He did not cut me, Klaus. I promise you."
He reminded her so of Robb, or what her mind has cobbled together of her brother. She had not seen him in years and he is dead and gone, but the way he would be angered if he knew this, that surely he would care-- she had wondered, for the longest time. She had wondered what he would do if he knew of Joffrey, of the Kingsguard, of Petyr Baelish. If he would be angry, if he would defend her when there had been no one else. No one, but oddly her husband - only once, but he had stopped Joffrey from stripping her in the marketplace, in public.
She liked to think he would, she liked to think - she liked to think he would react the way Klaus had, so obviously angry.