Only Ears for Dropping Eaves

She tilted her head slightly. What makes you assume I am of high-birth? She inquired, a lazy smile spreading across her lips. The Tilani's could have trained me, into what they want, for all you are aware. And they had, in a way. But not because she'd been unaware of how one of noble birth should act — but because she had pretended to be.

She'd needed them to think she was just the abused and estranged daughter of a greedy man, and it'd worked perfectly. Save for the fact she fell in love... She sipped her tea, humming quietly.

We met through an arranged marriage, as many of my wife's status do. She responded, with a smile. Our first meeting happened at the family home. Was a bit of a scandal, her lips curve. I'm certain you've heard the rumors.

Her father had been quiet about it; only because he wanted no claim to the half-breed. But he had made sure to spread nasty rumors, about how loose the new Lady Tilani was. How provocative she was; how she had bewitched the heir. Anything to ruin her reputation; and yet, her reputation stayed fine...