Mar 31, 2020
CLOSED STARTER FOR @ofgrxyson
“Cassian,” Narcissa sang out, swaying in her dress as she stared at herself in the mirror. “Do you think Luc ever envies you?” A giggle passed her lips at the thought of it. “It’s funny to think of, isn’t it? I’d like to think he is. That would mean he cares, wouldn’t it?” Was it a real question? Or was she only musing at the very idea of an eventual, inevitable marriage to someone who really cared. “No matter. I don’t suppose you’d like to take my place for this dinner with the Minister this evening? I’ve run out of reasons to reschedule.”