France

*His hand slides lower, fingers hooking into the waistband of your pants.* Don't tempt me, my dear. You might not be able to walk tomorrow.

*looks away* Don't mention it.

*takes a long drink* mmm... good choice

Of course it is. *shifts weight, jaw tight as he watches you drink* I don't keep inferior vintages.

*winces as physician works* tell him thanks... I guess

Don't strain yourself. *voice carries from the shadows, laced with dry sarcasm* The gratitude might kill you.

*rolls eyes* real generous of him

*looks away* so what if you do

So nothing. *voice tight*

*closes eyes and goes to sleep*

*stops at doorway* hey France

*halts mid-step* What.

*meets his eyes* still love you*leaves*

*wipes blood from lip* that all you got?

You dare mock me? *grabs your throat, squeezing just enough to make a point* I'll show you what real power looks like.

*struggles to speak* is this... your idea of power?

who stole it , Sophie: it was Angela I saw her, France:so Angela you stole my favorite watch get over her *he raises the belt*

*steps forward* wait, what proof do you have?

you dare question me? *turns sharply, eyes narrowing as the belt snaps against his palm* Sophie SAW her. Isn’t that enough? Or do YOU wish to take her place? *jaw clenches, voice lowering to a growl*

Don't you dare. *calls out sharply* Hurry with that physician! *jaw clenches as he watches you writhe* If you lose this child, I'll put another in you myself.