[ . . . . well. there's a little huff of amusement there, coupled with something wry in her expression.]
... of course I was angry. You were hurt right in front of me, when it was my duty to look after you. Something out of my control made me fail, and I refuse to take that easily.
All of you in Winter Dorm are precious to me - no matter what you've done.
[and after they've uncovered two murderers now - she feels like she can say that with certainty.
A customary visit to the fief in order to oversee the developments in the economic and trade took a turn for the interesting - or perhaps, a turn for the violent as a rock smashed through the window of a church. The organized religion of the land abandoned this church and left the people inside to the whims and violence of debt collectors - and your blood boils.
You are the Duke’s Daughter, and you are the Acting Fief Lord. A ridiculous responsibility for someone at the tender age of 16, perhaps, but that makes you all the more determined to show that you’re worthy of the station.
And you are about to slap a man upside the head for daring to suggest that you can be used as payment for his disgusting behavior.
Tanya appears at your side near immediately, seething and furious - and you think about how you met her nearly a decade ago, abandoned at the side of the road. Much like the children inside the church, she didn’t have anyone to aid her. She didn’t know where her next meal would come from, or what shelter would come. You think again about how when you were given the responsibility to oversee this fief, you wanted to create an environment in which no one would have to live through those circumstances again.
You hold onto her hands, rough from the hard work of a maid and so familiar with a blade that she could kill someone in no time flat, and you tell her again.
You have things you want to protect too - and so you can’t sit still.
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... of course I was angry. You were hurt right in front of me, when it was my duty to look after you. Something out of my control made me fail, and I refuse to take that easily.
All of you in Winter Dorm are precious to me - no matter what you've done.
[and after they've uncovered two murderers now - she feels like she can say that with certainty.
but a memory plays almost as if to cement that -
”The children here are also citizens that I protect, so I don’t mind putting myself out there.”
A customary visit to the fief in order to oversee the developments in the economic and trade took a turn for the interesting - or perhaps, a turn for the violent as a rock smashed through the window of a church. The organized religion of the land abandoned this church and left the people inside to the whims and violence of debt collectors - and your blood boils.
You are the Duke’s Daughter, and you are the Acting Fief Lord. A ridiculous responsibility for someone at the tender age of 16, perhaps, but that makes you all the more determined to show that you’re worthy of the station.
And you are about to slap a man upside the head for daring to suggest that you can be used as payment for his disgusting behavior.
Tanya appears at your side near immediately, seething and furious - and you think about how you met her nearly a decade ago, abandoned at the side of the road. Much like the children inside the church, she didn’t have anyone to aid her. She didn’t know where her next meal would come from, or what shelter would come. You think again about how when you were given the responsibility to oversee this fief, you wanted to create an environment in which no one would have to live through those circumstances again.
You hold onto her hands, rough from the hard work of a maid and so familiar with a blade that she could kill someone in no time flat, and you tell her again.
You have things you want to protect too - and so you can’t sit still.
Not when there are some things only you can do. ]