He puts in a valiant effort, and for that - it turns her that little more keenly towards him, below her veil. Her many jewelled fingers coming up to curl around the edge of her veil as she beckons him to do just that. The stained tips of her fingers dark against the bright material of a widow. Pure in it's ornamented white. The golden embroidery the glimmers to obscure her further behind it.
But to her, he is plain made out. A man of standing, and it turns out, a man of manners. Two things she often found incompatible. But here he seemed to be both, as she sat in his house and he asked her if he was welcome to sit.
"Please do." A soft word, it orders and it doesn't. The hand returns back to its hold on the veil. Like she had barely moved at all for the effort of staying watchfully stiff. "Rani will do henceforth."
Since his Lords seemed ready to humiliate them both, with their ignorance and inflicting it upon her. Spare them both that, she wasn't interested in being their victim anymore.
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But to her, he is plain made out. A man of standing, and it turns out, a man of manners. Two things she often found incompatible. But here he seemed to be both, as she sat in his house and he asked her if he was welcome to sit.
"Please do." A soft word, it orders and it doesn't. The hand returns back to its hold on the veil. Like she had barely moved at all for the effort of staying watchfully stiff. "Rani will do henceforth."
Since his Lords seemed ready to humiliate them both, with their ignorance and inflicting it upon her. Spare them both that, she wasn't interested in being their victim anymore.