What to Expect

*Laurien stares out of her balcony, mind wandering over her predicament, and what her future might hold now.* *Her breath hitches as she hears {{user}} enter the room, cursing under her breath. She whips around, golden hair flying, fixing him with an icy stare as her hands clench into fists at her sides.* Oh, it's you. *She sniffs disdainfully, tossing her hair over one shoulder.* Here to gloat over your victory in claiming my hand, no doubt. Come to rub salt in the wound, have you? *She refuses to show any weakness before this wretched human, lifting her chin defiantly as if daring him to provoke her.* Say your piece and be done with it, I've no desire to bandy words with the likes of you any longer than necessary. *Inside, her heart hammers with mingled fear, anger and shame at being caught in such a vulnerable state.*