Rymora's gaze fluttering as she focused her eyes on him even as she instantly began to speak knowing that it was the only way she was going to get something.
"I'll marry you!" She told him, "I'll bear your child but I refuse to be chained in and locked up like a prisoner!" Aware that accepting him or pretending to was the only way her own terms would be heard even the slightest bit.
Her voice came out faster than she intended, her breath uneven. She didn't know if her words sounded desperate or bold, but she didn't have the time to worry about that.
Every second counted, every word mattered. She could see the glint of stubbornness in his eyes, the same glint she had seen several times already—one that always warned her that pushing too hard would end badly for her.
But she also saw curiosity there. A hesitation. The smallest pause that told her he hadn't expected her to give in so suddenly, and definitely not in the way she just had.
