[Definitely a fool. She freezes, hand on the door, and she's telling herself to ignore him and keep walking, to get out and away from him but she can't. She can't move for a second, and her heartbeat pounds in her ears like it did on the floor of the throne room, when she realized that the tickle in her throat was her throat closing off.
Her hand curls against the door, nails digging into the wood until she turns to look Arthur over her shoulder.]
How nice. [Her voice starts out as ice, but she can't keep the heat out of it.] Only took him - has it been five years? How nice to know he finally found the courage.
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Her hand curls against the door, nails digging into the wood until she turns to look Arthur over her shoulder.]
How nice. [Her voice starts out as ice, but she can't keep the heat out of it.] Only took him - has it been five years? How nice to know he finally found the courage.