Lucrezia watched him closely as he spoke to her. Is this what evil looks like? she wondered faintly to herself. Another thought quickly followed it: Cesare will kill you slowly for merely speaking to me like this.
It was small comfort; after all he was back in Rome. Nonetheless she kept that thought in the back of her mind. No matter what happened, he would come for her...and avenge her.
Before Lucrezia could question him, the guard grabbed her and pulled her roughly out of the room. She struggled not to trip, turning back in time to see the other frightened ladies. "Please...don't harm them!"
Once they entered empty chambers with Ivar close behind, she felt her heart begin to race at the sight of the large bed. Lucrezia shook her head quickly when the order for her hands to be tied was given.
Part of her wanted to tell and kick and scream...but that would not help the situation. She had to be smart. Use your wits, Lucrezia, she told herself.
"Do you not think tying my hands is a bit much?" she called out to Ivar. Her voice managed not to tremble. "After all, despite my appearance, I am not so very fierce." A nervous bit of laughter -- or rather, hysteria -- bubbled up inside her. Somehow, she managed to contain it.
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Date: 2018-03-04 07:38 am (UTC)It was small comfort; after all he was back in Rome. Nonetheless she kept that thought in the back of her mind. No matter what happened, he would come for her...and avenge her.
Before Lucrezia could question him, the guard grabbed her and pulled her roughly out of the room. She struggled not to trip, turning back in time to see the other frightened ladies. "Please...don't harm them!"
Once they entered empty chambers with Ivar close behind, she felt her heart begin to race at the sight of the large bed. Lucrezia shook her head quickly when the order for her hands to be tied was given.
Part of her wanted to tell and kick and scream...but that would not help the situation. She had to be smart. Use your wits, Lucrezia, she told herself.
"Do you not think tying my hands is a bit much?" she called out to Ivar. Her voice managed not to tremble. "After all, despite my appearance, I am not so very fierce." A nervous bit of laughter -- or rather, hysteria -- bubbled up inside her. Somehow, she managed to contain it.