Nysadeia
Strange as it may seem
horror loses its power to frighten
horror loses its power to frighten
Oh this was too easy. Was the king a fool? Should it really be this effortless to maneuver the leader of her entire people? Nysadeia was shameless by nature but even she had expectations on the rules and honestly Hadama was letting her down right now by playing along with her charade. Not that it would stop her from taking advantage where she could - all she was after was a simple task to shut down the nagging of her parents. Nothing insidious, nothing wrong with doing the bare minimum when life had so much more to offer than schedules.
"Your Majesty is too kind!" she chirped, burying her true thoughts beneath an onslaught of glittering smiles. "It would be an honor. While I don't mean to brag -" bald faced lie, that " - I have been told I have a strong and pleasant singing voice, my memory is very good and I would say I have a good eye for details. Alas, I am not as strong as a kelp tender should be," thank fuck, "and my endurance cannot be compared to even the freshest of warrior recruits, but surely not all work is about physical labor, would you not agree?" Flutter flutter eyelashes; any hint of careful calculation in those blue eyes carefully concealed behind dolphin sweet hope against rejection. "What I really want is to be of use to the people, in whatever capacity I can."
There. That should do the trick, right? Steer any thought away from the sweaty, difficult, over-involved... She was just a little one, to be soothed and reassured. Honestly, she was painting it on a bit thick but it should be fine when dealing with this one.
"Your Majesty is too kind!" she chirped, burying her true thoughts beneath an onslaught of glittering smiles. "It would be an honor. While I don't mean to brag -" bald faced lie, that " - I have been told I have a strong and pleasant singing voice, my memory is very good and I would say I have a good eye for details. Alas, I am not as strong as a kelp tender should be," thank fuck, "and my endurance cannot be compared to even the freshest of warrior recruits, but surely not all work is about physical labor, would you not agree?" Flutter flutter eyelashes; any hint of careful calculation in those blue eyes carefully concealed behind dolphin sweet hope against rejection. "What I really want is to be of use to the people, in whatever capacity I can."
There. That should do the trick, right? Steer any thought away from the sweaty, difficult, over-involved... She was just a little one, to be soothed and reassured. Honestly, she was painting it on a bit thick but it should be fine when dealing with this one.
when repeated too often
