Yield Under Great Persuasion

by Alexandra Rowland

“When I was a lass, what I always did was to say very firmly that I wasn’t interested in being courted that way. Then if they kept on, I threw bricks and flowerpots at them. Or cowpats. I ran off many a would-be suitor by threatening him with a cowpat to the face.”

He does dreadful things to me, Tam did not say. He spreads his legs so I can see the bulge of his cock in his trousers and just sits there making innocent conversation on purpose and being intentionally handsome until I can’t stand it anymore and I throw myself at his crotch. He’s a rake, that is rake behavior, he is Idunet’s own scion—

He wished he were one of the people who could lose his appetite when he was grouchy.

“If you’re not having a good time, then you don’t have to be here either.” “Well, no, I do. Angarat told me I should work on this.” “What, matchmaking?” “Something like that.”

Plsssssssss

“Did I give him that cock because he’s my favored one, or is he my favored one because he has that cock?” she said, setting her wheat down again so she could look philosophically off over the fields. “You know, I can’t remember which came first.

The delicate, fragile, weepy feeling had passed,

Not for me!

“This is fun,” he said, either to the plants or to Angarat. “It’s nice when it’s going fast and micromanaging it actually does something, eh?”

I would also like gardening more if it was like this dhdjdhdhdh

“It’d probably still be in Angarat’s domain, marrow-fucking. Plenty of ladies around here could tell you about, uh, vegetables.”

Rather in the sense of how much space the poor bastard takes up in your thoughts and your life,” Kel said dryly. “Which is... oh, all of it, evidently, seeing as how you mentioned Lyford immediately, and we have talked of little else except him.”

Smh Tam ur not passing the Bechdel test

“I like being cozy, so I’m going to be getting in bed for this conversation.

Me fr

They hadn’t left the marrow in the plot, of course. It had been removed, and Lyford said that he’d had it cut up and distributed to the poorest families of the manor and the surrounding area.

Finally something I can get behind!!!

He paused for a moment. Ah. Lyford was right, the sight of a gorgeous man cradling an infant really wasn’t fair at all.

“Oh, that happens with all babies,” Mrs Hart said. “You mean when you hold them and suddenly realize, ‘Angarat’s mercy, that’s a person’?”

He might have wept, but he was too tired for that too. Too tired for anything but relief and the tender pleasure of being touched and kissed and held.

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

What poor taste he has, Tam thought reflexively, tinged with frustration and contempt, and then viciously ripped that whole vine out of the ground: I think he has poor taste because I don’t think I’m worth loving. It all came back to that, didn’t it.

“Fine, cats, fine, you can have all the cats you want, I don’t care—” “I already have one I like,” Nicolau said. “I’m going to see whether I can lure him into living in my house and eating all my food and drinking all my wine and being a tyrant about the bath and my land management.”