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I'm okay with roll by roll! Do you want to start? I put up a Tabletop thread for us to roll in.

He snorts, his gaze of blue ice blazing into sudden fire. This went beyond decency; this woman pushing her nose into his private business was nothing less than intrusive, and borderline hostile, no matter how she had worded it. Decency, his foot. If she wanted to push and then cry foul, blaming him, then so be it. But she will not escape today unscathed, especially not if she bares her teeth.

"I will give you one opportunity to walk away from me, now," Llewellyn warns, his voice like the blade of a sword. This is the tone that has made underlings shiver, that has put a tremor in the step of even seasoned warriors. It is the tone of kings, passed down from generation to generation, and if this woman does not heed it, she will pay dearly. "Choose to stay and fight, and I will have your blood stain my teeth."

He squares himself, ready for the challenge. The thought of marring such a pretty face does not make him balk in the slightest. Though Mynydd was a patriarchal society, the women fought as well, and often just as ably as the men. If the princess desires to play with fire, she will get it in spades.