by Arabella Trillo Mon Feb 03, 2014 9:01 am
It was Arabella's turn to be confused now.
"Slap you? Why on earth would I do that? You are not making sense, Brianna."
She paused for a moment, thinking carefully. Was this just an act or was she genuinely upset. Did she realize the risk Arabella was taking giving her that burn phone? It was just sitting on the bed now, waiting to be found. She though carefully before speaking again, and when she did, it was in soft, measured tones.
"Brianna. Do not do it for him. Do it for yourself. I don't know what has gone on between you and the King, but you are obviously upset about something. Make your training your own task. To the blazes with his wishes. I am willing to train you in whatever ways you want to be trained. This can be easy or hard, but make it about your choice, not his. You seem to want control, then take it. Make the choice to take advantage of what I can teach you and be stronger for it."
She walked over, turning on the radio and turning it up, then walked over, leaning close to Brianna's ear and whispered to her.
"With enough progress, I can move you on to 'social settings' where we might bump into an old friend."
She walked over, turning the music down but left it playing.
"It is your choice, Brianna. I am willing to train you, and your sister as well if she wants it, but that choice is yours. I am not going to push you into it. I only ask that you look at the advantages before dismissing my offer."