his name is a jumble of wild syllables that she knows her tongue cannot capture without practice. this becomes a new resentment.
he comes close on rangy legs. runner's legs. she understands she would not be able to escape if she ran now and he wanted something.
the primrose eyes deter and invite, both.
she says nothing, only searches him, then looks beyond and touches her belly.
a lady hungers. if he is anything like a samurai he will fetch.
