Day 7- Nerdanel and Feanor-> Mahtan, Marriage, Reunion, Traveling,
“I intend to marry you someday,” Annoying Princeling says
serenely, fully confident that this statement will be met with agreement rather
than a fist to anywhere anatomically important.
“And I intend to tell you exactly what I think of that
proposal, as soon as my father leaves the room,” Nerdanel replies,
conversationally, and pretends not to notice when Mahtan’s shoulders heave.
Annoying Princeling stares at her – in shock that someone
would speak so to him, or that she would speak so of her father? Not that
Nerdanel cares a whit either way – and she knows she must be imagining things,
but it seems that the shock turns to adoration and then swiftly to cunning.
dany: *asks Jon to kneel but he refuses it* You … you don’t? wTF? What does that even mean? don’t you think I deserve this? You have no idea what I went through to get here, northern manbun! I have walked in the desert, overthrown governments, faced rebellions and dealt with fuckmen everywhere. Boy, I even walked through a flaming pyre tWICE
Do you really think it’s wise to get pissed in full view of any of your men that may stumble in here just before they’re about to embark on the most dangerous journey of their lives? Wise? Probably not.