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peggy-2.livejournal.comI've read Queen of Attolia several times, even since joining Sounis and being enlightened many times over by the clever observations of Sounis members, but I have puzzled over the unidentified expression in Gen's eyes when Attolia first talked to him in his cell, after lopping off his hand.
His eyes were bright, and she bent down to look into them, expecting the hatred she often saw in the faces in her prison, but in Eugenides's eyes there was only fever and pain and an emotion she couldn't put a name to.
"Please," he whispered. His voice was low but clear. "Don't hurt me any more."
I think the emotion she couldn't identify was love.
Later that evening, she went into her bedchamber, where she sent away her various attendants and sat for a long time in a chair looking out over the sea as the last sunlight faded from the sky. She dismissed thoughts of the Thief lying on the floor of his cell, but found herself thinking instead of her favorite amphora, broken, and the oil spilled.
And she didn't recognize she loved him.
His eyes were bright, and she bent down to look into them, expecting the hatred she often saw in the faces in her prison, but in Eugenides's eyes there was only fever and pain and an emotion she couldn't put a name to.
"Please," he whispered. His voice was low but clear. "Don't hurt me any more."
I think the emotion she couldn't identify was love.
Later that evening, she went into her bedchamber, where she sent away her various attendants and sat for a long time in a chair looking out over the sea as the last sunlight faded from the sky. She dismissed thoughts of the Thief lying on the floor of his cell, but found herself thinking instead of her favorite amphora, broken, and the oil spilled.
And she didn't recognize she loved him.
