Redsand Canyon proximus

Fennec’s irritation grew as he threw her words back at her in a way she hadn’t intended. Even though the next statement should have been a compliment, the insult she took from the previous completely overshadowed it.

I’m not a soldier because I don’t take orders and because I do what I need to, when I need to, to survive. Even if that means breaking ranks. She drew herself up some, and there was more bite behind the words, something she hadn’t had reason to show since before their marriage.

I don’t follow someone because I have to. Not even you, as General or as a husband. You can order me not to go. But I won’t help you with this plan. And I won’t forgive the insult.

He thought she was stupid, walking into this unprepared. Or incompetent and unable to defend herself. She knew what she was walking into and she knew that there was a chance she would need to get herself out. She didn’t plan on going in without a strategy and she certainly didn’t plan on going alone. But if he didn’t trust her, he was her leader; he had the right to refuse.

She had the right to hold that against him.