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- Posted: Tue, 03 Mar 2015 18:51:38 +0000
ıllıllı Leonora Einjarssen, Lady of Crasus ıllıllı
- A slightly relaxed air overtook Leonora in Lina's presence, and the noblewoman lost some of her rigidity. Leonora wasn't sure if her advisor reserved such biting sarcasm for her, yet she never heard the woman speak to others as such. Yet their public life together was much different than their private life. Somewhat friends, somewhat not. They helped one another.
"I have gone on no rampages just yet, but there is time for that. Heaven knows I'll have a scimitar to my throat soon enough if things continue to go so sourly with the Zashik, and we've barely exchanged two words. Or he has, at least; he is not the most forthcoming individual. I must admit I find his wife rather intriguing. She appears far more agreeable than her husband, though I cannot be certain as of yet whether she will be ally or foe. Women are often harder to read, but you know this well," Leonora finished, a hint of a smirk playing at her lips. She moved across the room, her skirts swishing, and she sat in a fat chair adjacent to her advisor. Leonora closed her eyes and took a beat to breathe; she wanted to sigh and massage her temples, but she rather hated portraying any hint of frustration or weakness in the presence of others.
"I need a kingdom, Lina," she answered. "Preferably this one. I need whatever intelligence you can gather; I know most of my rivals rather well, though I have little and less to use against them. Or to win them over, even. Oh, certainly some will fall in line the more I flatter and flaunt certain... assets, but... Victory is in the details, Lina. You are, as always, free to do as you wish. But if you were to be mistaken for a serving girl during your time here and listen in on a few private conversations, I would not be cross with you." Leonora smoothed her dress, feeling the cool, quality fabric beneath her fingertips. She laid her eyes on Lina and drunk in the sight of her. "Your hair is always so wild, girl. It would look so lovely braided up. Oh, but your appearance has always been rather exotic for Crasus. I suppose that is alluring enough itself. One day, however, you'll have to humor me and allow me to play dress-up with you," she joked, chuckling. That would certainly never happen.
Cold white skin, she's as pure as an angel;
A vision of a maiden with a touch of the devil;
Cold hands upon you sink into your core;
She's pure as the driven snow, I'm sure
A vision of a maiden with a touch of the devil;
Cold hands upon you sink into your core;
She's pure as the driven snow, I'm sure