She sits and arranges her skirts: rich brown silk, delicately picked over in gold.
(Being dead is no reason not to present smartly.)
"Something is deeply awry," she says, calm. "It was my understanding – I do not wish to presume, Lord, but my research certainly indicated that the Lyctoral trials would prevail upon our courage, our intelligence, and the strength of our cavaliers. Simply put, I expected to study, to reason, to puzzle, and, I had hoped, to arrive at the final conclusion.
"Lord, my husband and I were summarily killed upon our return from completing a trial. I have to admit, I did not expect it."
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(Being dead is no reason not to present smartly.)
"Something is deeply awry," she says, calm. "It was my understanding – I do not wish to presume, Lord, but my research certainly indicated that the Lyctoral trials would prevail upon our courage, our intelligence, and the strength of our cavaliers. Simply put, I expected to study, to reason, to puzzle, and, I had hoped, to arrive at the final conclusion.
"Lord, my husband and I were summarily killed upon our return from completing a trial. I have to admit, I did not expect it."