test my will, test my heart

His eyes narrowed and her smirk deepened he didn’t like those who knew his game clearly, and as irritated as she was it filled her with mirth, that she could rub his fur the wrong way. Thistle did not expect him to worship anyone’s paws, as would Ragnar either. But she expect the respect he did deserve simply as an alpha jarl whatever it was the boy wanted to call him, but she wasn’t about to say anything. He may be respectful when she was no longer present.

Thistle stared at him and let out a frustrated sigh, You are a stone head, you have cotton weeds in your ears. I said he could be I did not say he was, and you asked me why I thought I knew you were here. I am sorry that you look so much like my husband, that I actually thought you were him until I get closer, that is no fault of mine. And if you don’t want to talk as you obviously don’t or you wouldn’t get so defensive, why do you keep telling me about saying something about it, when you could be quiet.

Thistle gave him a wry smile when he spoke of his mother as if she should know her. She is only a name to me. She realized she was being quite rude and she would have to change that some other time, if he would let her, but right now she found she just could care less, though probably in about 5 minutes she would care.