Claude was tired of playing the game, tired of it all. After the last miscarriage she wasn’t sure how she was going to go on. As badly as she didn’t want to have Geralt’s child, the miscarriages were weighing heavily on her.
The corner of her mouth twitched slightly as he talked about defending his Queen. Though she managed to keep her face more or less impassive. Perhaps she could have fought harder against it all as well, but then she’d also worried about what fighting it might have done to her family. Would a spurned Geralt have gone after them like he’s helped go after so many families over the years.
Claude was doing her best to smile only when it felt appropriate, and then not too much because she didn’t want the spy to think she was having too good of a time standing here speaking with her ex. So she made her reactions look, formal and stiff. As if it were simply her being polite for the sake of Maeve and Lucien’s wedding.
She didn’t comment on the chess subject, she knew what he meant, but she had no words with which to add any value to his remarks. She simply tipped her head. At his next words she knew all too well what he meant, but she realised if she were going to get rid of the spy that was looking after her, whomever they were, that they would perhaps need a bit of a show. She suddenly furrowed her brow at his words, a deep steadying breath.
The corner of her mouth twitched slightly as he talked about defending his Queen. Though she managed to keep her face more or less impassive. Perhaps she could have fought harder against it all as well, but then she’d also worried about what fighting it might have done to her family. Would a spurned Geralt have gone after them like he’s helped go after so many families over the years.
Claude was doing her best to smile only when it felt appropriate, and then not too much because she didn’t want the spy to think she was having too good of a time standing here speaking with her ex. So she made her reactions look, formal and stiff. As if it were simply her being polite for the sake of Maeve and Lucien’s wedding.
She didn’t comment on the chess subject, she knew what he meant, but she had no words with which to add any value to his remarks. She simply tipped her head. At his next words she knew all too well what he meant, but she realised if she were going to get rid of the spy that was looking after her, whomever they were, that they would perhaps need a bit of a show. She suddenly furrowed her brow at his words, a deep steadying breath.
How dare you bring that up! You know very well how I feel, as well as how I’ll never feel again about such matters. You are despicable!With that, she slapped him, as hard as possible. the slap rang out a bit even with the music that was going on. then she turned and walked away from the corner of the room where they were standing, and across the dancefloor, narrowly avoiding a couple dancing as she did so. Then started putting a plan in motion that should hopefully shake her shadow so that she could get to the meeting spot at the appointed time.
11-23-2023, 10:22 AM
