Kaczor heard the words behind her and turned, wrapping the emerald green shawl around her shoulders as she did.
Her hand left the plant as she took a step forward, a brow raised some, as she took in the woman in front of her. Timid, that was for sure. Had to be the proposed match, there was no other reason for someone to be this dolled up and delivered to the manor.
Normally, the sutor would have already siddled up to her and tried to put some sort of move on her, but this one…
Timid.
Kaczor, please. Lady sounds so formal.
Her hand left the plant as she took a step forward, a brow raised some, as she took in the woman in front of her. Timid, that was for sure. Had to be the proposed match, there was no other reason for someone to be this dolled up and delivered to the manor.
I'm certain you find this as distasteful as I do. Being treated like chattle. You must be the Lady Novella then.
Normally, the sutor would have already siddled up to her and tried to put some sort of move on her, but this one…
Timid.
Come in, this is my solar. I say mine, but it's the manors. Come hide in here with me while the [q]mentry and decide our fates.[/q]
02-18-2024, 09:31 PM
