"I won’t be sending for anyone. You will speak to for now," Penelope said as she walked closer to where Warren lay.
Penelope kept her distance so Warren couldn’t reach her.
Warren didn’t wish to speak with Penelope since she wouldn’t be bold enough to kill him or order it to happen. Penelope was just a little girl playing dress up as a wife.
Penelope didn’t mind that Warren was ignoring her. He couldn’t help but listen to what she had to say.
"I wonder if I should grant your wish to have them torture you to the point you can’t hear any longer. Then you would be able to lie here peacefully as you wish," Penelope said, catching Warren’s attention.
Warren laughed.
It always amused him to see ladies like Penelope, who grew up thinking the world was all rainbow and sunshine, try to threaten soone.
"No one fears you, Penelope. It is your father and husband they fear," Warren said, wishing one of the two n would show up.
Speaking to Penelope was more torture than losing his sight.
"But you sohow don’t fear either one? You couldn’t have feared since you kept approaching them. How foolish of you," Penelope said, curious about the way Warren’s mind worked.
"I see right through them both. n who let other n fight their battles. It wasn’t the duke who captured , but the n he sent out. Your husband lets his guards torture . I am a man who gets what he wants by himself. I only fear n like myself," Warren explained.
Penelope tried to understand Warren’s reasoning, but it didn’t make any sense.
"My father and husband have the ans to pay n to take you away from your family and not speak of the fact you are here, but you do not fear them? I have wondered why a fool always stood before my father," Penelope said, touching her forehead.
If this was how all n thought, then it made sense why her father was never left alone, and it gave her insight into her future with Tyrion.
"I question the tutors your mother allowed to teach you. You were charging right into the arms of death. How foolish could you be to think you could have won against the n in my life?" Penelope asked, wanting an honest answer.
Was it all confidence or a lack of common sense?
"How unfortunate that you have put yourself in a position where your mother is going-"
"Don’t speak of my mother!" Warren yelled, feeling the sa anger he felt when Tyrion spoke of his mother.
Neither Penelope nor Tyrion had the right to speak of his mother.
"Don’t you dare think of doing sothing to her," Warren said, trying his best to sit up. He hoped he was facing directly where Penelope stood or sat.
"Don’t worry. I see nothing to gain from going after soone innocent in this matter. My issue lies with you and only you. I will not beco like you to misdirect my anger. You are pathetic. A sorry excuse of a man," Penelope said, seeing Warren for what he truly was.
Laughter filled Warren’s cell.
"Would you switch places with ? Would you give up a life of riches to be the daughter of common folk? My mother had everything before I was born. A nobleman as a father and husband. I got brought into this world when she had nothing!" Warren spat.
It wasn’t fair that Warren ca at a ti when there was nothing to gain from his mother’s old life.
There was a ho Kate had been allowed to keep, belonging to her ex-husband, all because the court and townspeople thought it was haunted because of the horrors which unfolded there.
Warren wanted the ho since it was grand and suited him, but his mother wouldn’t allow it.
"I could have a ho fit for a marquis, but she wouldn’t allow it. It is all that I ask for," Warren said, speaking to himself.
"You want the ho which belonged to Simon? Are you mad? Did you not hear the stories of what he did to his parents’ corpses or the girls he took? Only soone who desperately wants to be left alone would live there. You," Penelope said, once more stumped by Warren.
Penelope pitied Kate a little.
Kate lived in a house of horrors and wanted to rightfully stay away from it, but Warren was pushing to have it. Warren appeared to care more about the wealth than about what his mother endured.
"Do you not care about what the man who owned that ho did to your mother? To others? Now that we speak of him, I cannot believe the offer you would make with my na after what was done to your mother," Penelope said.
"My mother wasn’t offered to a brothel owner," Warren said, not seeing the similarities.
Since Warren had not taken won and killed them, he had not beco the man who haunted his mother.
"Katrina Barrett worked in a brothel. Your mother fears a man who preyed on innocent won. After all that they faced, you turned around to make an offer to hand over to a brothel owner. You are awful," Penelope said, seeing a monster before her.
If Kate had a good heart and could get past her hatred for the Collinses, then she would be ashad of the son she raised.
"My husband made the right decision not to kill you. You would have gotten off too easily without learning your lesson, but I will make you realise your mistake before you pass. I will have it that you endure the sa restlessness I felt last night," Penelope promised.
Penelope was unable to rest last night due to her mind lingering on Tyrion’s state and then what Warren did.
Penelope turned around to look at the guards waiting for her orders. "I heard that he is not to have food, water, or to have the doctor visit him. Keep it up a little longer, and with it, you should torture him just enough to keep him alive. Have him beg you for rcy."
"You! You and your mother go around claiming to be saints," Warren said, his hand finally resting on one of the tal bars of his cell.
"Saint? Perhaps I playfully told my father that I was a saint or an angel when I did sothing I wasn’t supposed to. I don’t recall preaching to the town that I was a saint. I am kind to those who are kind to and, on rare occasions, to others who might be rude but need help," said Penelope.
Warren wasn’t soone in need of her kindness.
Penelope looked to the guards for them to get moving. "Punish him. He will be taught how to behave here. I will correct what your mother failed to teach you. I am glad we got to speak once, dear cousin."
Penelope proceeded out of the dungeon so the guards could do as they liked.
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