Following an extended scene after this...
"What is wrong. Why are you facing away from me when talking?"
Coatleque sat quietly on the bed in the private quarters behind Jameson's office. He had left her, called away on business at this late hour. It was for the best, she knew. The anger she saw in his eyes after her confession was unlike any she had seen in recent memory.
"Are you entirely certain this little... whatever this is of ours... is entirely wise? For either of us?"
"If you disagree, send me away my Lord..."
She swallowed hard and could still feel the sting in her throat. Looking across the room to the mirror with tear blurred vision she could see the growing redness on her neck from his hand.
"You confound me... You are steel-forged one moment, weak-kneed the next. I thought I could trust you..."
Her thoughts were conflicted. Troubled equally by what she had allowed herself to do as by what liberties she had allowed him to take. Her breathing slowed and she whispered to herself. "Not again. This will not happen again." An empty suit of armor stood by the far wall seemingly glaring at her and for a moment she felt as if she was being watched. Accusingly even.
"I want your love. But that is too much. We may have gone too far, Coatleque. We may have been a mistake."
"You have my love, James... else I would not be here ...tell me how I can help you."
Interrupted yet again, as they always were. He did not say it, but he needed her just as much as she wanted to help him. For all of his hatred and anger focused in his grip, he still relented when she did not fight him. She could not leave tonight. Whether through fear or blind infatuation, she curled up on the bed and awaited his return.
"What is wrong. Why are you facing away from me when talking?"
Coatleque sat quietly on the bed in the private quarters behind Jameson's office. He had left her, called away on business at this late hour. It was for the best, she knew. The anger she saw in his eyes after her confession was unlike any she had seen in recent memory.
"Are you entirely certain this little... whatever this is of ours... is entirely wise? For either of us?"
"If you disagree, send me away my Lord..."
She swallowed hard and could still feel the sting in her throat. Looking across the room to the mirror with tear blurred vision she could see the growing redness on her neck from his hand.
"You confound me... You are steel-forged one moment, weak-kneed the next. I thought I could trust you..."
Her thoughts were conflicted. Troubled equally by what she had allowed herself to do as by what liberties she had allowed him to take. Her breathing slowed and she whispered to herself. "Not again. This will not happen again." An empty suit of armor stood by the far wall seemingly glaring at her and for a moment she felt as if she was being watched. Accusingly even.
"I want your love. But that is too much. We may have gone too far, Coatleque. We may have been a mistake."
"You have my love, James... else I would not be here ...tell me how I can help you."
Interrupted yet again, as they always were. He did not say it, but he needed her just as much as she wanted to help him. For all of his hatred and anger focused in his grip, he still relented when she did not fight him. She could not leave tonight. Whether through fear or blind infatuation, she curled up on the bed and awaited his return.
