The words Briceus had just spoken to her caused Lizzie to begin to feel some way. She had not expected for him to sound so... vulnerable.
In her heart she knew she couldn't resent him any longer for his misinterpretation of her motives when he'd caught her beside his former bedroom door. She understood how it was only logical for him to assume how she'd come to be by that forte so suddenly along with the previous darkness that encroached into the Castle place. Or maybe she didn't understand and she just needed to make excuses for him for having sent her off to the Dordragon prison.
It was true that his verdict had caused her to be taken to that dreary place where she had to endure the company of those vicious rats. The ones who rended her beautiful dress which she'd engaged Bessie to help her collect on rent from the kind old Mr Lynchfield for the purpose of said day's occasion.
