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Re: Crashing the Masquerade (Eliza)
Lillian practically cooed as her companion stroked her hair. The young lady in waiting was practically putty before the otherworldly allure of the devilish Lasombra. She seemed willing to do or say almost anything Eliza would ask of her as they sat in the wintry garden of the Castle Bayard. In the distance they could hear the lively music of minstrels beginning at the masquerade.
Lillian thought about the question for a long while, so long that Eliza felt a prick of worry that her question had somehow alarmed the girl. Perhaps this had all been some perilous trap set up by her brother or even her dear sire to test her. The worrying fear of paranoia wormed it's way into her mind as she sat in the girl's arms. Then Lillian looked up as sweetly as ever and said.
"My lady is rather afraid of the amount of corruption at her court, she bemoans it constantly to myself. Her own faith is a shield against such things but she worries so about the other nobles and her even dare I say her husband the king. Gifts might be seen as nothing more than a bribe but if you were to take her into your confidence perhaps and bemoan the same things."
Lillian practically cooed as her companion stroked her hair. The young lady in waiting was practically putty before the otherworldly allure of the devilish Lasombra. She seemed willing to do or say almost anything Eliza would ask of her as they sat in the wintry garden of the Castle Bayard. In the distance they could hear the lively music of minstrels beginning at the masquerade.
Lillian thought about the question for a long while, so long that Eliza felt a prick of worry that her question had somehow alarmed the girl. Perhaps this had all been some perilous trap set up by her brother or even her dear sire to test her. The worrying fear of paranoia wormed it's way into her mind as she sat in the girl's arms. Then Lillian looked up as sweetly as ever and said.
"My lady is rather afraid of the amount of corruption at her court, she bemoans it constantly to myself. Her own faith is a shield against such things but she worries so about the other nobles and her even dare I say her husband the king. Gifts might be seen as nothing more than a bribe but if you were to take her into your confidence perhaps and bemoan the same things."