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[The Citadel. She'd only seen it from a distance, a place she'd made a note to avoid for several reasons, many of them due to the fact that she still didn't feel like she belonged in the Seelie court. Merida looked over her shoulder at it, unable to help the small shiver that runs down her spine, before she hears his words. And it's such a dilemma. Warmth and four walls but putting up with him.]

Don't get any ideas.

[Her voice has a warning tone, turning her head back to look at him with fierce blue eyes, brow narrowed in a deep scowl.]

I'll break your hands if you start anythin'.