[Ianthe watches the strange doll of a girl at John's side. Blonde and picturesque, she looks a great deal like Coronabeth, and thus she's certainly very beautiful. What a shame that she's a frozen lunatic monster slut that seems hellbent on ruining everything Ianthe has ever planned.
She got out, then. All of Ianthe's hard work is for nothing. And then she has the gall to glare those hideous eyes at the Lyctor Prince and all Ianthe can do is smile a strained and seething smile.
You are not hungry for what they are offering. Your appetite can't be bought or sold.
Correct on all counts. What a shame that by existing this freak of nature has left her to starve forever.]
You know me so well.
[She raises her drink, which is some cider beverage that tastes like ass but worse and decidedly less sexy, and regards John with that same smile.]
Are congratulations in order for the happy couple, my Lord?
1 w/ John (cw for misogyny in ianthe's thoughts, cw for ianthe.)
She got out, then. All of Ianthe's hard work is for nothing. And then she has the gall to glare those hideous eyes at the Lyctor Prince and all Ianthe can do is smile a strained and seething smile.
You are not hungry for what they are offering. Your appetite can't be bought or sold.
Correct on all counts. What a shame that by existing this freak of nature has left her to starve forever.]
You know me so well.
[She raises her drink, which is some cider beverage that tastes like ass but worse and decidedly less sexy, and regards John with that same smile.]
Are congratulations in order for the happy couple, my Lord?