[ It's an answer that comes as no surprise to him, if any answer at all could be provided. At least it's not some halfcocked political plan to overthrow an engagement. It's clear that the both of them have resigned to their positions, all the less happier for them. As well as she is learning to put each foot forward there in that cellar, she's learning what losses she must also settle for. Where in a time before he might think to saddle her with some hope or promises of something better, he is in no better position than she. Even if he currently holds the most freedom between the two, this is not any more what he wants than what she does.
He doesn't look ready to move towards her in case she fumbles. Knowing she is more than willing and capable to continue carrying on herself or fall with her pride. It does not mean he isn't immediately there to take her by the underside of her elbow, steading her upright at the moment she looks ready to tip. Not there to provide anything more than a buoy from hitting the ground or going astray.
Where her answer falls, he cannot immediately answer. For all it means for her to say, knowing it would have done nothing. It serves them nothing to speak of it now. To speak of a match that would never be unless at this point convinced only after his brother's dying breath. A thought he likes even less, for all it's worth. The pain and the trouble.]
He would never let me have you. [ He says after a beat. A consolation of it all, if she was looking for it. Though his utterance sounds nearly grave. He not trying to spurn her against her father any more than he's trying to keep her favor. It serves neither of them to know it in the grand scheme of things. What inkling there was. It's truth. Plain, simple and cold.]
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He doesn't look ready to move towards her in case she fumbles. Knowing she is more than willing and capable to continue carrying on herself or fall with her pride. It does not mean he isn't immediately there to take her by the underside of her elbow, steading her upright at the moment she looks ready to tip. Not there to provide anything more than a buoy from hitting the ground or going astray.
Where her answer falls, he cannot immediately answer. For all it means for her to say, knowing it would have done nothing. It serves them nothing to speak of it now. To speak of a match that would never be unless at this point convinced only after his brother's dying breath. A thought he likes even less, for all it's worth. The pain and the trouble.]
He would never let me have you. [ He says after a beat. A consolation of it all, if she was looking for it. Though his utterance sounds nearly grave. He not trying to spurn her against her father any more than he's trying to keep her favor. It serves neither of them to know it in the grand scheme of things. What inkling there was. It's truth. Plain, simple and cold.]