[Yeah it was pretty Rude of him to upset her when she was enjoying the meal she'd been treated to but nice things never last long for her do they? This always seems to happen. Something will be enjoyable and sooner or later the moment will be ruined. She doesn't move once she's seated, slumped against the back of the sofa, allowing him to tuck her hair back neatly. She's so eerily still as she sits, unblinking for a moment, that in her new frilly dress she looks a bit like a life-sized porcelain doll.
Just how many men had seen her as that and nothing more? A toy? A puppet? Is this how this Elias saw her too? Or did he genuinely care? Did it even matter?]
...Tell me why they want to kill you. Jon and whoever else. I want to know.
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Just how many men had seen her as that and nothing more? A toy? A puppet? Is this how this Elias saw her too? Or did he genuinely care? Did it even matter?]
...Tell me why they want to kill you. Jon and whoever else. I want to know.