Too late, as he opened his mouth to utter those first few fateful syllables, Porphyria realised her mistake. Of course his foreign fairytale would be in a foreign tongue.
She was as impressed at his trickery as she was angry. “You absolute bastard,” Phyri swore, unashamed of her own rudeness. She could have expressed herself in gaeilge if she had wanted to insult him discreetly, but Phyri half-expected he would be the more pleased by her vexation.
She shook her head, in equal parts exasperation and pleasure. (She still hadn’t learned the tale she wanted to, but at least she had discovered a worthy opponent who’d stumbled into her web. It could have been someone so predictable.) “But I’m a woman of my word,” Phyri declared loftily, and with a flourish of her wand, the thorns retreated and shrivelled up to nothing.
She was as impressed at his trickery as she was angry. “You absolute bastard,” Phyri swore, unashamed of her own rudeness. She could have expressed herself in gaeilge if she had wanted to insult him discreetly, but Phyri half-expected he would be the more pleased by her vexation.
She shook her head, in equal parts exasperation and pleasure. (She still hadn’t learned the tale she wanted to, but at least she had discovered a worthy opponent who’d stumbled into her web. It could have been someone so predictable.) “But I’m a woman of my word,” Phyri declared loftily, and with a flourish of her wand, the thorns retreated and shrivelled up to nothing.
a sublime set by Lady! <3