The intended effect of the corset being hurled at the traitor of a man was truly underwhelming, causing Danielle to huff and wildly look around at anything else to throw. The man seemed unbothered, too interested in removing all of the armor that plated his body. She assumed it would take him a bit shorter than most warriors, and yet also assumed it would take a minute. While she had the time, she sat on the edge of her regal bed and began to look over her own outfit. Her dress was long and layered, and would likely be a bit of a difficult article to remove for a man who wasn't used to such elaborate clothes. The buttons on the back were tight and quite fidgety, so much that even her maids would have difficulty buttoning and unbuttoning her for dawn and dusk. However, she also knew that he was likely careless, and would rip it if he could. Her eyes shot back up to his muscles, now beginning to be exposed as he continually removed the plates. She scrutinized him, then became suddenly aware that he wouldn't have much difficulty removing her clothing. After all, it seemed easy enough for him to pierce a knife through muscle, flesh, and bone.<br/><br/>It wasn't until the man was nearly nude that Danielle's heart began to race. She stood up, leaving her fingertips pressed against the bedside. It truly was a bed fit for a king, made of hand-carved dark oak wood that swirled up to the ceiling. The mattress was thick, the sheets a gorgeous crimson hue made from an expensive dye of the time. There was an abundance of pillows, one of which she snatched into her arms. She clutched the goose down ornament with purpose, her expression hardening as she moved sideways and climbed onto the bed. There she was safe, for if he lunged at her, she knew she would at least be able to throw herself at the other side of the room while shoving the pillow at him. It would be difficult with such a small, nimble woman, and certainly one as determined as poor Danielle.<br/><br/>Her voice came out low, threatening. It was surprisingly gruff for the sweet-toned woman, who normally had a voice that dripped with honey. "Keep away." She warned, positioning herself in the middle of the bed. "Leave me alone, you bastard! I don't want anything to do with you. I do not belong to you, I belong to my husband!"<br/><br/>Although she wouldn't admit it, her husband did lack in bed. Being larger meant his stamina left something to be desired, his body often sweaty and musty. He knew not of how to pleasure a woman, and often requested to take but never to give. His kisses were sloppy and wet, whether they were on the lips, neck, or her breasts. He groped at her with forceful, fleshy sausages of fingers, often doing so with enough force that Danielle would whimper, wince, or ask the man to stop. Despite the incompetence, she still did not want this stranger.