She turned back when he spoke, and did not flinch from his glare, instead just raising her eyebrows, and there was the slightest tremor in her hand as she smoothed her hair from her face before she spoke quietly. "You are not my bannerman, Klaus. I realise that. I requested his head, if you manage to kill him, so that I would know that it was done. He has a... talent, for being difficult to kill." She paused, before she continued. "You have no reason to protect me." Any similarity to Robb was purely her own folly, she knew that. That his anger at her injury, that his auburn curls meant nothing.
She did not cry, for it served no purpose, because she had been through far more than this. Because a woman's tears were a weapon, because he was hardening her heart the way it must be, truly. She could trust no one except herself. "Thank you," she said then, her voice still odd, flat and steady. "For your concern."
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Date: 2012-06-18 10:31 pm (UTC)From:She did not cry, for it served no purpose, because she had been through far more than this. Because a woman's tears were a weapon, because he was hardening her heart the way it must be, truly. She could trust no one except herself. "Thank you," she said then, her voice still odd, flat and steady. "For your concern."