Co-sporked by Spike, Tabo and Kudos, aka the villains.
I know the Homanans are experienced horsemen, but I feel like running a horse down a cliff may be a bad idea. And indeed, the horse stumbles. Niall scrambles out of the saddle and basically rolls/tumbles his way to the bottom. When he lands, he can hear Liam yelling above. He books it. He notes that he doesn't blame Liam for being angry, nor does he blame himself for causing said anger. Niall is a reasonably sensible sort.
Tabo: Unlike his dad, who was about as deparved as Kudos.
Kudos: I am standing right here!
Spike: Running horseback down a hill is indeed not a clever idea. If I remember correctly, an idiot king charged at conquerors and their archers this way. He died and lost the battle.
Kudos: I wonder why!
He's also an honest sort, and he admits that he does feel guilty about breaking his oath. He feels like a hypocrite: he's unable to end his betrothal to Gisella because that's an oath. But he's breaking this oath that's equally as important.
Is it?
I mean, look, I've said before that in terms of diplomacy or even the prophecy, I don't see why marrying Deirdre wouldn't be just as good. And Alaric's certainly shown he's acted in bad faith.
Pan: Of all the leads, he found something to be guilty of?
Spike: Usually, the more evil you are, the less guilt you have.
Pan: Really?
Spike: Kudos, whose fault is it for you joining us?
Kudos: It's the bitch who dumped me.
Pan: Point.
The horse’s chest caught me high on the left hip. A hoof ripped the heel off my boot entirely, clipped my heel, drove me headlong to the ground. I curled, sucking air as another hoof came down on the side of my thigh. The horse squealed, flailing thick legs desperately, trying to avoid me even as I tried to roll away. I tasted sand and salt and seawater. And blood from a bitten lip.
The hooves were gone. I tried to rise, to run again, but Liam leaned down from the saddle and buffeted me on the temple with a gloved, powerful fist. “False prince!” he cried. “False friend!”
Tabo: Ouch. That must have hurt.
Pan: Liam, you are his captor. Do you really believe he shouldn't want his freedom?
Skin was stretched too taut across age-defined cheekbones. His jaw worked impotently beneath the thinning beard. I saw the glitter of anger restrained in the cat-green, grieving eyes.
Gods, forgive me for what I have done to this man.
Kudos: You made him capture you. It's good you apologize.
’Tis how Donal rears a son to be Mujhar, is it? To be breaking parole and pledge when he has been honorably treated?” Tears shone briefly in his eyes. “To be taking a lass’s virtue beneath her father’s roof?”
Pan: Yes, except Niall asks for consent first.
Tabo: What would Luke Skywalker's dad say about his son killing people?
“We are of a like size, I’m thinking, lad. I have spent nearly fifteen of my twenty-nine years fighting Atvians, and you are Cheysuli—even without the lir. I’m thinking ’twould not be so wise to strip Donal and Shea of their sons in a silly, boyish battle that could get either—or both—of us slain.” He shrugged. “Besides, my sister loves you. Where’s the sense in beating a man for that?”
Spike: Exactly.
Why is Niall attacked for a consensual relationship when so many rapists get away with their crimes in this series?
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Co-sporked by Spike, Tabo and Kudos, aka the villains.
I know the Homanans are experienced horsemen, but I feel like running a horse down a cliff may be a bad idea. And indeed, the horse stumbles. Niall scrambles out of the saddle and basically rolls/tumbles his way to the bottom. When he lands, he can hear Liam yelling above. He books it. He notes that he doesn't blame Liam for being angry, nor does he blame himself for causing said anger. Niall is a reasonably sensible sort.
Tabo: Unlike his dad, who was about as deparved as Kudos.
Kudos: I am standing right here!
Spike: Running horseback down a hill is indeed not a clever idea. If I remember correctly, an idiot king charged at conquerors and their archers this way. He died and lost the battle.
Kudos: I wonder why!
He's also an honest sort, and he admits that he does feel guilty about breaking his oath. He feels like a hypocrite: he's unable to end his betrothal to Gisella because that's an oath. But he's breaking this oath that's equally as important.
Is it?
I mean, look, I've said before that in terms of diplomacy or even the prophecy, I don't see why marrying Deirdre wouldn't be just as good. And Alaric's certainly shown he's acted in bad faith.
Pan: Of all the leads, he found something to be guilty of?
Spike: Usually, the more evil you are, the less guilt you have.
Pan: Really?
Spike: Kudos, whose fault is it for you joining us?
Kudos: It's the bitch who dumped me.
Pan: Point.
The horse’s chest caught me high on the left hip. A hoof ripped the heel off my boot entirely, clipped my heel, drove me headlong to the ground. I curled, sucking air as another hoof came down on the side of my thigh. The horse squealed, flailing thick legs desperately, trying to avoid me even as I tried to roll away. I tasted sand and salt and seawater. And blood from a bitten lip.
The hooves were gone. I tried to rise, to run again, but Liam leaned down from the saddle and buffeted me on the temple with a gloved, powerful fist. “False prince!” he cried. “False friend!”
Tabo: Ouch. That must have hurt.
Pan: Liam, you are his captor. Do you really believe he shouldn't want his freedom?
Skin was stretched too taut across age-defined cheekbones. His jaw worked impotently beneath the thinning beard. I saw the glitter of anger restrained in the cat-green, grieving eyes.
Gods, forgive me for what I have done to this man.
Kudos: You made him capture you. It's good you apologize.
’Tis how Donal rears a son to be Mujhar, is it? To be breaking parole and pledge when he has been honorably treated?” Tears shone briefly in his eyes. “To be taking a lass’s virtue beneath her father’s roof?”
Pan: Yes, except Niall asks for consent first.
Tabo: What would Luke Skywalker's dad say about his son killing people?
“We are of a like size, I’m thinking, lad. I have spent nearly fifteen of my twenty-nine years fighting Atvians, and you are Cheysuli—even without the lir. I’m thinking ’twould not be so wise to strip Donal and Shea of their sons in a silly, boyish battle that could get either—or both—of us slain.” He shrugged. “Besides, my sister loves you. Where’s the sense in beating a man for that?”
Spike: Exactly.
Why is Niall attacked for a consensual relationship when so many rapists get away with their crimes in this series?