The Nobleman Retort | -clymenia-

“You won’t,” Clymenia interrupted coolly. “Because I prefer a life where I am owed no favors and give none for the price of silence.”

He smiled, small and without warmth. “Costs are for those who cannot see the future. I merely rearranged present inconveniences.” The Nobleman Retort -Clymenia-

"Marry, Clymenia, thy sharp tongue doth rival the sting of a viper's fang! Yet, I dare say, thy barbs shall not pierce the armor of my reputation. Forsooth, I shall not be swayed by idle words, nor shall my noble name be sullied by the likes of thy fanciful accusations." “You won’t,” Clymenia interrupted coolly

In the vast, sprawling family tree of citrus, most fruits are content to play by the rules. Lemons are sour, oranges are sweet, and grapefruits offer a bitter bridge between the two. But every so often, nature—or a dedicated horticulturist—throws a curveball that defies all botanical logic. Enter . I merely rearranged present inconveniences