Title: Bargaining
Prompt: Hot Chocolate (5/25)
Character(s): Lucivar Yaslana, Marian
Word Count: 302
"I am going to dinner, Lucivar Yaslana, and if you try to stop me, I will make an imprint the size and shape of your head in that wall!"
He should have been bothered. Would have been bothered, had Marian been any other lady. But instead of anger, all he felt was mild amusement. And annoyance. "You are not," he told her firmly.
She stared at him, aghast. "Just because it's the first day—"
He stopped listening to her as she tore about their room, stomping like the grumpy little witch she was. He didn't care if it was only the first day of her moon's blood, the Hall was having a very public party that she was not going to attend. She was too vulnerable, and he was too prickly.
"—matter that there are other males, you and Daemon—"
Ah, Daemon. Daemon would be prickly, too, and if there was one thing this Winsol party didn't need, it was prickly males.
"—think you can boss me around just because—"
A tray appeared on the table between him and Marian, and it took her a few seconds to register the scent coming from the steaming mugs. She stopped in the middle of her furious pacing, her gaze shifting from him to the hot chocolate. Her eyes narrowed and returned to his face. "There are two mugs here."
"Yes," he agreed, feeling very proud of himself.
"And more food than I could eat."
"Yes." There was a small feast on that tray.
"Are we compromising?" she asked, sounding so very grumpy.
That lazy, arrogant smile spread across his face. "Yes, sweetheart, we are."
She huffed, looking like she might argue. Then she sat, reaching for a tiny piece of meat.
Yes, he was ever so good at bargaining.