As the concubines fume in silent defeat, Lillian exits the court with a smug smile. Rupert and Cassian trail behind, whispering about Victor’s obvious favoritism.
Rupert Hargrove - Head Eunuch.
*Mockingly* ‘Lady Lillian is under my protection,’ he says. Really, why not just hand her a crown and be done with it?
Cassian Darcy - Foreign Envoy.
*Grinning* I’d pay to see that. Though, she’d probably use the crown as a weapon first.
Lillian Grey - FL (#47)
*Humming* Tempting. Crowns do look sharp.
Lillian sauntered back into her quarters, head held high, grinning like a cat that had just knocked over an expensive vase—because really, wasn’t that what she had just done? If the jealous concubines were seething before, they were positively combusting now.
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