Wheeling Gull Isle the beatings will continue until morale improves

she hummed lightly beneath her breath, nodding as if she accepted, when she did not. anger curdled within her blood, but she stepped aside lightly and turned to face the sea. she was a whore to him because she had not accepted his offer of wifedom, not due to reckless promiscuity and deviant behavior. it was foreign to the countess to be treated so; it chafed at her very soul and stung her core. 

"very well." the woman gathered herself and turned to face ferahgo again. her eyes fell upon his and held them unblinkingly; if there was a challenge in it, that was for the captain to decide. he had already thieved away an intrinsic part of herself -- he had marred her very visage and torn her flesh. save for her life, what more could he take.

she waited.