See!” she snapped at him. “You men are all brutish. You force your strength and will on us as if we matter for naught and then you wonder why we don’tlike ”—she spat the word at him—“you. Really? Is it any wonder? Why would any woman want to subject herself to the male ego? Why?”
She looked down at his body as a sudden heat came into her gaze that made him instantly nervous. “Sure, you’re a handsome beastie with kissable lips when they’re not bleeding. You’re fair in form with big, bulging—” He actually cringed in fear of the word “cock” coming out of her mouth again, but luckily she averted her thoughts as her gaze met his.
For the first time the despair left her voice. “Your eyes are so beautiful.” She ran one finger over his brow, making him instantly hard for her. “Did you know that?” Then the gloomy tone returned as she dropped her hand from his face. “Of course you do. You’re a worthless man. Just like all the others.”
“Yeah,” Blaise teased. “You’re worthless, Varian. And what on him bulges again, Merewyn?”
Varian glared at the mandrake, who merely continued to laugh at him.
“Everything. His arms, his legs, his—”
“Enough, Merewyn,” Varian said from between clenched teeth.
“Well, you do bulge. I’ve seen it.”
“We’ve all seen it,” Merrick said, his voice filled with humor, “And it’s sickening.”
Varian glared at the triplets, especially the ferret, who was laughing and rolling around his brother’s neck. “When she is over this, I’m going to kill all of you.”
Merewyn let out a long-suffering sigh. “Of course you will. That’s what men do. They destroy everything. Everything. Because you’re all worthless whoremongers.”
Varian winced at her choice of words.
“Whoremongers?” Blaise repeated with a laugh.
“Yes. You all go out with your giant lances, spearing anything you can find. Nailing your targets against trees and walls, while you gallop from field to field, bragging over your conquests, uncaring of who you’ve hurt while you quest for more glory.”
“Good gods,” Merrick said, his face horrified. “Is she speaking of what I think she is?”
“Do you mean warmongers?” Varian asked her.
“No! Whoremongers. All of you.” She looked over at the triplets.
“Especially them.
— Kinley MacGregor
#knight-of-darkness #beauty
