“Geraldine,” Darcy hissed. “Forgive me, my lady. Have I spoken out of turn?” she gasped. “Don’t call him repulsive,” Darcy insisted. “Oh my holy biscuit box!” Geraldine gasped. “Forgive me, dear Darcy. I shall pick a more fitting word in future. Ghastly perhaps? Or abominable? Maybe the word pugnacious would be more to your tastes?” “He isn’t those things,” Darcy growled. “Oh – I -um- apologies - blast my baking goods,” Geraldine seemed to glitch out, caught between the cultural norm to turn on Power Shamed Fae and the desire to please her queen.
