*Fiona*
I shrug. “But I guess there’s no time to read or think when you have to conquer to eat.”
Her glare turns meaner, harder. I’m on to something. The guards are tense, too. That nerve is definitely sensitive. I wonder if it’s because there really is no general sense of education in Caldara or it’s the thinking aspect that bothers them.
A few more moments pass of her glaring at me before she scoffs.
“Is this your new tactic? Irritating people?”
“Just observing, since I’ll be here a while, I’m taking your advice. Can’t imagine a king won’t appreciate my attempts to understand his pack’s culture, hm?” I shrug. “Though, how does a tailor fit into that? The no vanity thing? Is the plan to drape me in… leather? I’m not opposed.” I look her over. “Or am I wearing what you’re wearing? N
