Loras immediately bit his lip, stopping himself from saying something snide. He had long since learned at the palace that it was an unspoken rule to keep low language to himself in the presence of the prince, and it was awfully hard to keep himself in check. This girl was so irritating, though. Even after his Prince had given the girl an opportunity to apologise and check herself, she still started her sentence with that same snide tone. How dare she try to tell a prince he was wrong.
Snarling softly, Loras' knuckles went white from grasping the hilt of his knife so tightly. Surely her master would not miss this incompetent creature if she were suddenly to go missing. If anything, he bet he would be rewarded for a casual slit to the throat. Though, she had mentioned that she did not have a master, and Loras narrowed his eyes, convinced she was either lying or a high-born lady masquerading as a slave. The latter seemed quite impossible, from the way she spoke down to the way she dressed. Looking up and down his nose at her, it suddenly clicked in Loras' mind. Ah, yes. "So you're a freed slave." A bitter laugh came from deep in his chest, and he shot a condescending glare at the drunk woman. "So that's why you're so cocky to a prince. You think just because some red-faced farm boy bought you out of slavery to be his whore, you can be rude to the next in line for the throne." If there were no maids on this island, there surely had to be slaves of some sort.
Snarling softly, Loras' knuckles went white from grasping the hilt of his knife so tightly. Surely her master would not miss this incompetent creature if she were suddenly to go missing. If anything, he bet he would be rewarded for a casual slit to the throat. Though, she had mentioned that she did not have a master, and Loras narrowed his eyes, convinced she was either lying or a high-born lady masquerading as a slave. The latter seemed quite impossible, from the way she spoke down to the way she dressed. Looking up and down his nose at her, it suddenly clicked in Loras' mind. Ah, yes. "So you're a freed slave." A bitter laugh came from deep in his chest, and he shot a condescending glare at the drunk woman. "So that's why you're so cocky to a prince. You think just because some red-faced farm boy bought you out of slavery to be his whore, you can be rude to the next in line for the throne." If there were no maids on this island, there surely had to be slaves of some sort.