You considered driving the heel of your foot straight into his ribs but figured the action would be moot, there was no point. Neither of you were being released from these stocks for at least a day, if not multiple.

He shot you a look, as displeased as his big soft slate-blue eyes could manage and you considered forgiving him on the spot - alas, as an ache shot up the back of your calf and you felt the skin of your wrists rub raw against the wood stock you decided against it. No puppy eyes would get him out of this mess. None of this would've happened if he'd just minded his own business instead of minding yours as well... You had that verbal spat completely under control.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a thick commoner Bohemian accent that you usually found oh so charming but now it rang through your ears like nails down a chalkboard.

"You know if you'd just kept your mouth shut for once-" he started. Your neck craned as much as the stocks allowed and your eyes bored into his. His resolve seemed to falter under your raging gaze.