[q]Why would you be leaving so soon, if it was a successful negotiation, stay for dinner here.[q] Kaczor asked as she went to stop Ella from leaving. The entire shift in demeanor had her insides clench in fear that if Ella’s father was allowed to take the woman from the house, then Kaczor may not know if she would be safe or not. In her gut, she felt it, and turned her eyes to her father for help.
[q]Hmm, you’re right. We should celebrate with a meal. I’ll go let the staff know we need to set the table for three more? I’m assuming Lady Novella’s mother would be sent for.[q] Kaczor’s father was sometimes slow, but he knew his daughter well enough that if she was insisting on dinner with the family, something wasn’t right. And this was the first one that she hadn’t immediately tried to run off. He may not always be as shrewd as his wife, who most likely wouldn’t have had to have Kaczor say anything at all to be picking up the body language and mannerisms, but he trusted the women in his life enough to guide him forcefully to make things happen appropriately when he may not fully understand something.
[q]Surely you’ll stay for dinner, it’s important for in-laws to know one another just as much as the couple, yes?[q] Kaczor smiled widely, and half bowed, stiff, her tall stature even more noticeable as she did. Even barefoot, she was a tall woman, and her shoulders sat above a broad back and tapered waist. She was trim, and so when she bowed, eyes still on the man’s face, it might have seemed threatening, but no, her smile was wide, but her eye was not in that cheeky wink like before.
[q]Lady Novella and I were just discussing flowers and other arrangements, there’s so much to be planned, even if you cannot stay for dinner, you must allow me to come over straight away to keep with the planning.[q] Kaczor looked to Ella, as she straighted back up, brushing the green of her shawl back down her arms and abdomen, straightening out where it had wrinkled as she had leaned. She had better shut up, she reminded herself. They were the [q]losers[q] in the arrangement, a magic-less wife. It was more the name, and the promise of her being submissive – these were all things to [q]sweeten[q] the deal. Kaczor had been alive long enough to know the hidden meaning of all this language, how to read the offer.
Too eager, and they may try and hold the other woman hostage longer. And really, she was going off a gut feeling, and body language. She could be completely mis-reading the situation.
In her gut she knew she couldn’t let that man take Ella out of the manor. She had seen that behavior, those reactions before, in school. A school mate would walk into a room and the girls would turn cold, only later to realize the why behind it. Every part of her was screaming that this was exactly a time that every woman in the room would know, and Kaczor felt it too. She was sure of it. Amazingly sure.
[q]Hmm, you’re right. We should celebrate with a meal. I’ll go let the staff know we need to set the table for three more? I’m assuming Lady Novella’s mother would be sent for.[q] Kaczor’s father was sometimes slow, but he knew his daughter well enough that if she was insisting on dinner with the family, something wasn’t right. And this was the first one that she hadn’t immediately tried to run off. He may not always be as shrewd as his wife, who most likely wouldn’t have had to have Kaczor say anything at all to be picking up the body language and mannerisms, but he trusted the women in his life enough to guide him forcefully to make things happen appropriately when he may not fully understand something.
[q]Surely you’ll stay for dinner, it’s important for in-laws to know one another just as much as the couple, yes?[q] Kaczor smiled widely, and half bowed, stiff, her tall stature even more noticeable as she did. Even barefoot, she was a tall woman, and her shoulders sat above a broad back and tapered waist. She was trim, and so when she bowed, eyes still on the man’s face, it might have seemed threatening, but no, her smile was wide, but her eye was not in that cheeky wink like before.
[q]Lady Novella and I were just discussing flowers and other arrangements, there’s so much to be planned, even if you cannot stay for dinner, you must allow me to come over straight away to keep with the planning.[q] Kaczor looked to Ella, as she straighted back up, brushing the green of her shawl back down her arms and abdomen, straightening out where it had wrinkled as she had leaned. She had better shut up, she reminded herself. They were the [q]losers[q] in the arrangement, a magic-less wife. It was more the name, and the promise of her being submissive – these were all things to [q]sweeten[q] the deal. Kaczor had been alive long enough to know the hidden meaning of all this language, how to read the offer.
Too eager, and they may try and hold the other woman hostage longer. And really, she was going off a gut feeling, and body language. She could be completely mis-reading the situation.
In her gut she knew she couldn’t let that man take Ella out of the manor. She had seen that behavior, those reactions before, in school. A school mate would walk into a room and the girls would turn cold, only later to realize the why behind it. Every part of her was screaming that this was exactly a time that every woman in the room would know, and Kaczor felt it too. She was sure of it. Amazingly sure.
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