Thread: Icy Heart (Books and darjeeling)

Kaira did her utmost best not to cower away as the large woman stood from her even larger seat once again, this time with a weapon in tow. The sword looked to be almost as large as her and she had no doubts that the Norn could very easily slice away any part of her body without breaking a single sweat. While she praised herself for not trembling as Adela approached, she did flinch as the cold edge of the steel blade rested against her face. While she couldn't have run even if she had a choice, Kaira was very much afraid her legs would fail her and she would crumple upon the wicked sword end. As it was, she swallowed nervously and pressed her hands tighter to her dress as if it was her very last line to life. Try as she might, Kaira did end up listening to the Norn's entire speech, speaking words that weighed heavily on her heart as they continued. Whilst she had not heard of this Red Reaver , it was not so impossible a claim, with the way the woman stood so confidently before her with her brethren staring at her like she was a hunk of roasted meat. When Adela's speel had been finalized, Kaira was not sure if she should respond though that was quickly answered as booming cries surfaced from the heads that had crowded around them to watch the show. The young noble's face paled further at every bawdy outburst, all of them ranging from outlandish to incredibly perverse suggestions. Kaira knew what Adela was suggesting, and she wished that it had simply been a euphemism hidden within one another. Her luck was running out. Ninety... Kaira looked on the verge of tears yet despite her incredibly misfortune, she bit her tongue and willed them away. At the very least, if she was to be humiliated by these barbarians, she would confront them with the pride of a Lion. Which was easier said than done, considering the way her body froze at Adela's command. She almost decided to spit at the Norn and tell her to do it herself, but the woman's hand may just slip and Kaira would find herself bereft of more than just her clothes. She glared at the Norn before her with glimmering grey eyes, her lower lip now held lightly beneath her teeth as she inched away from the sword. Her hands fell from the fabric, the material shifting back into place as Kaira slid off the single strap that remained intact from her shoulder. The dress had already seen too much wear and tear and the blonde was ashamed to admit that it had slipped off far too easily. She had forgotten what she had worn underneath as it turned out, her undergarments were simple and not too terribly frilly. 'A minor victory,' she thought to herself grimly as Kaira stood shivering with the light-blue silk pooled about her ankles. Conscious of her lack of clothing now, she crossed her arms over her chest while her breasts were not of comedic size, it would be safe to say that they were ample enough to draw the eyes of men should she have chosen to wear tighter dresses. Her figure itself was, as some say, slender and unblemished, ivory untouched by dust or mud. Her somewhat dirt-smudged face was a stark contrast to the rest of her body. Instead of feeling self-assured, Kaira found she could no longer maintain eye contact and lowered her gaze, a blush rising to her cheeks to the very tips of her ears.