 WE HOPE THAT YOU CHOKE
THAT YOU CHOKE
It was more than obvious that Maxence was not in the mood for jests or jokes, though still he smirked at Bexley's entertaining excuse for smiling like a madwoman, and then her go at a petty insult. It was true what she said though - it really wouldn't kill him to simply unwind a little. It was not a task that had to be carried out with a hundred men and precise order. They were literally flower picking.
What came next from the pale mare did actually cause a grunt to escape the sovereign's throat, his sighing nose pointing in the direct opposite of Bexley's as he cast his gaze down-river in avoidance. He was certainly now flower picker.
"For fucks sake Bexley, I didn't come here for a bollocking did I. I chose you for this task because you're clearly useless at everything else, like making conversation for example?" He rattled in jest. Really, he quite admired the girl and how bravely she had fought the Teryr and honestly most girls her size and appearance would be snapped up by that beast in seconds. It was Bex who had actually made some tactical manoeuvres in that fight, and while he'd never admit it to her, he was impressed.
As she plucked a flower from the earth below, he soon found himself looking under their feet for more of the same colour and size. "Right" He sighed, an attempt to work himself up to this ridiculous task he'd set for himself. After picking a few flowers of his own and setting them at Bexley's feet he began to grow immensely tired of the silence, so in stead resorted to making conversation of his own (seeing as Bexley was so incapable, apparently).
"How are your wounds healing?" He asked her "you fought bravely".
AND YOU CAN LAUGH
A SPINELESS LAUGH
WE HOPE THAT YOU CHOKE
THAT YOU CHOKE
✝
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