[ She had to bite down on her tongue to resist the urge to kick out at him like a mule. If she had proper use of her hands, if she had a weapon, they'd be dead men right now. For a moment she let herself entertain that fantasy. She pulled on the gruesome image they'd shown her earlier that day, the slavers being run through. Their blood had been brighter than she'd thought. Vermillion. Not like dark wine.
Would these Redcloaks' blood look darker with only the stars and the last embers of the fire to shine on it? Or like tar running?
If they weren't going to be dissuaded gently, she had only two other chances to dissuade them: violence (she would lose), and causing enough of a commotion to draw some of their comrades and hope that not all of them had forgotten their oaths. Better to take her chances than shut her eyes and take it.
Slowly, stiffly, she parted her knees. Her legs were sore after the day's walk and didn't want to move, and she'd never been with a man and had no interested in being with these men and she had no illusions as to whether they needed it to look appetizing. They were already bold to come over here. A gentle push and they'd act. ]
Do you know what else they say about Dornish girls?
[ Both of them looked too surprised to be suspicious of the sudden turn, or of the way her tone remained flat and lifeless as she asked it. Even foreboding. Instead the one braced his other hand on her thigh to keep them pried open and leaned in, as she nodded her head to beckon him.
His breath smelled like something dead. She'd thought the Redcloaks were the sons of lords and lordlings, but recalling Plutt, she supposed that didn't mean everything. ]
They're real animals.
[ And she lunged for him then, grabbing onto the front of his breastplate to hold him while she bit for his ear. The knight, of course, cried out in pain and threw her back into the log as he broke away, but she didn't let up, and she tore a piece of it away with her.
The blood looked like oil. She spat the piece of his ear and a mouthful of his blood out onto the forest floor while he shrieked like a girl, dropping the leg in his hand and clamping his palm to the side of his head. ]
If you think that's all I'll bite off, you have another thing — [ She didn't get to finish because his friend cracked her across the face and knocked her prone. In all fairness, she should have seen that coming. ]
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Would these Redcloaks' blood look darker with only the stars and the last embers of the fire to shine on it? Or like tar running?
If they weren't going to be dissuaded gently, she had only two other chances to dissuade them: violence (she would lose), and causing enough of a commotion to draw some of their comrades and hope that not all of them had forgotten their oaths. Better to take her chances than shut her eyes and take it.
Slowly, stiffly, she parted her knees. Her legs were sore after the day's walk and didn't want to move, and she'd never been with a man and had no interested in being with these men and she had no illusions as to whether they needed it to look appetizing. They were already bold to come over here. A gentle push and they'd act. ]
Do you know what else they say about Dornish girls?
[ Both of them looked too surprised to be suspicious of the sudden turn, or of the way her tone remained flat and lifeless as she asked it. Even foreboding. Instead the one braced his other hand on her thigh to keep them pried open and leaned in, as she nodded her head to beckon him.
His breath smelled like something dead. She'd thought the Redcloaks were the sons of lords and lordlings, but recalling Plutt, she supposed that didn't mean everything. ]
They're real animals.
[ And she lunged for him then, grabbing onto the front of his breastplate to hold him while she bit for his ear. The knight, of course, cried out in pain and threw her back into the log as he broke away, but she didn't let up, and she tore a piece of it away with her.
The blood looked like oil. She spat the piece of his ear and a mouthful of his blood out onto the forest floor while he shrieked like a girl, dropping the leg in his hand and clamping his palm to the side of his head. ]
If you think that's all I'll bite off, you have another thing — [ She didn't get to finish because his friend cracked her across the face and knocked her prone. In all fairness, she should have seen that coming. ]