“That would take time, Lady Montilyet, time during which the House of Repose will be obliged to hunt you.”
This is one of my absolute favorite Josie moments in Inquisition. The way you can see the pieces clicking into place in her head, and the entire mood of the scene changes in an instand, and now she’s in control. She has him figured out, and she knows it.
A frustrated huff left his lips as he crumpled the paper in his fist, tossing yet another draft into the bin.
Words always came so easily to him; he was surrounded with them in fact, his private chambers consisting of nothing but shelves upon shelves of books, confidential documents stacked neatly on his desk.
If he thought about it enough, he could remember all the times he’d stayed up reading, memorizing annotations and criticizing metaphors, his mind buzzing out of its shell and escaping into another world; places he could truly put himself to rest.
He could write scrolls of his infallible logic overnight, the sharpness of his words and the conviction in his voice weighing down on even the mightiest of lords.
So why was it that when she looked at him with those dreadfully bright eyes, he felt the ice in his veins crack, the millions of snarky remarks on the tip of his tongue melting into ink.