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But when the other’s fingers came to tap the jeweled hilt, she suddenly struck her with a slap.
The dagger rolled away, shining briefly.
Dilwyss'ae just raised her hand to touch her cheek, where the matron’s fingers had left a dark and precise mark, hot and humiliating. She opened her mouth to respond in some way, then shooting again when she realized that the accidental of tears fogging the view.
- Do you need another one for waking up? - Vicynda asked, calmest, while she sat in front of her and watched her closing her mouth with her hand, the weak traitor gleam of tears, visible even in the dark. Well, at least it was a reaction, which was the first in days. She could congratulate herself. Struck the hilt of the dagger in the back of the hand, sending it flying under the bed.
Dilwyss'ae shook her head.
- I understand. Well. Now is appropriate that you stop to behave like a spoiled little girl, weak
and yelping, because it is something that I am not going to tolerate in my house.
She got up easily, grabbing an arm and pulling up sharply, nails dug into the flesh to leave signs even under the tunic cloth. She tightened even more her clasp when the other hints to try to free herself, ripping from her a small moan, then drag and weighing almost out of the room, unaware of everything.