Renata/Lissandra
There had been a moment where I wanted to claw the King's face off. Actually there had been a few times I wanted nothing more than drive my fork into one of those beautifully haunting eyes especially when he demanded I sit on his damn knee. The conscending monster spoke to me like I was a damn puppy.
The jerk actually tapped his knee and I wanted to scream in his face.
Tell him to eat a d**k.
Kiss my ass.
Anything.
For all he knew I was the Duchess and I deserved the respect that any Lady was given even from the righteous King. There was an accord. A way to act with people and the King was no exception.
He is only a Dragon.
Not a God.
I had opened my mouth to protest but he overruled it. The demand more clear and dominant.
Why did it thrill me and scare
