❝ Only a fool would give his life to earn the admiration of a corpse. ❞ - from victadove! / @victadove
Laera allows herself to get lost in the swell of the crowd -- a people in mourning -- who weep and celebrate their beloved knight. Someone, though, wanted her dead. ❝ You clean up nicely, ❞ Comes her response, not unaware of Victadove stepping so casually into the spot by her side. ❝ What was it this time? Jealously? Deadly secrets? ❞ A pause, and she turns to him now, their comment about the procession, to a careful listener, sticking out as plainly as a knife in someone’s back. ❝ You left her ailing lord defenseless... I can only imagine the kind of shite ‘is death will cause. ❞
❝ ...Or opportunities. If ‘e does croak in a fortnight’s time -- and I’m sure ‘e will, naturally or otherwise -- ‘is ‘ouse will be unattended. ❞ It was something to think about: What exactly was kept in the vaults of the mansion...? Her curiosity was too strong an instinct to ignore. ❝ Hm... I plan to see what’s inside while everyone is distracted. ❞