No. Calytrix Millaray enters the study with her head held high, her eyes bright and cool. She looks different for today, with a quick glance showing she has her her pink hair pulled back into a high ponytail instead of the intricate updos she’s been forcing herself to wear since her marriage to Miliaray.
(She would have preferred a braid, tight enough to keep strands from flying, but she was never good at it and she always found herself turning to her sister for help and now she can’t because—)
Once she’s at a respectable distance of the desk, she gives a curtsy, more fluid and graceful than the past attempts she made before. ]
Good afternoon, husband. I hope you’re well.
[ It’s… Bizarre, speaking to this man, addressing him with a title she never used with him in their past life together. It comes off as stilted still but Calytrix can say it with more confidence now, now that she realizes that he never treated her poorly during their time together
Their marriage may have been, at best tepid and at worst, cold, it wasn’t a miserable marriage where she was hurt or deprived of anything that was reasonable of both her station and her status as his spouse. Now looking back, Calytrix realizes she’s lucky to have been hauled over to him despite the near tears she was in during their wedding ceremony, then angered and hurt to be shuttled off so soon after her sister’s mysterious ‘passing’.
(Passing. Acting like how she was murdered was a passing—)
The knowledge is why she’s taking a gamble when she makes her request to him: ] I would like the opportunity to train with the knights if one is willing to spare their time to assist me on this.
[ She woke up with information and memories from before still fresh in her mind, things she’ll use to her advantage to figure out why her sister was murdered, why she was blamed, and, in the end, they had to kill her despite already sullying her reputation beyond repair.
And the first step to all of that? Not letting them have a chance to kill her again. At least not without a fight.
… Calytrix just has to hope he won’t ask too many questions. ]
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No. Calytrix Millaray enters the study with her head held high, her eyes bright and cool. She looks different for today, with a quick glance showing she has her her pink hair pulled back into a high ponytail instead of the intricate updos she’s been forcing herself to wear since her marriage to Miliaray.
(She would have preferred a braid, tight enough to keep strands from flying, but she was never good at it and she always found herself turning to her sister for help and now she can’t because—)
Once she’s at a respectable distance of the desk, she gives a curtsy, more fluid and graceful than the past attempts she made before. ]
Good afternoon, husband. I hope you’re well.
[ It’s… Bizarre, speaking to this man, addressing him with a title she never used with him in their past life together. It comes off as stilted still but Calytrix can say it with more confidence now, now that she realizes that he never treated her poorly during their time together
Their marriage may have been, at best tepid and at worst, cold, it wasn’t a miserable marriage where she was hurt or deprived of anything that was reasonable of both her station and her status as his spouse. Now looking back, Calytrix realizes she’s lucky to have been hauled over to him despite the near tears she was in during their wedding ceremony, then angered and hurt to be shuttled off so soon after her sister’s mysterious ‘passing’.
(Passing. Acting like how she was murdered was a passing—)
The knowledge is why she’s taking a gamble when she makes her request to him: ] I would like the opportunity to train with the knights if one is willing to spare their time to assist me on this.
[ She woke up with information and memories from before still fresh in her mind, things she’ll use to her advantage to figure out why her sister was murdered, why she was blamed, and, in the end, they had to kill her despite already sullying her reputation beyond repair.
And the first step to all of that? Not letting them have a chance to kill her again. At least not without a fight.
… Calytrix just has to hope he won’t ask too many questions. ]