"Is Lady Dyne always like that?" Lord Raven Nocturne heir of the Shale Lode Duchy was escorting Heir Dyne to Castle Nocturne via a carriage from the main port.
"Well, the lady is one who is used to operating her way." Tiffaney responded politely. Lord Raven was older than her, a young seventeen years and ruggedly handsome. He had some space to fill out as he finished developing but he was already a mass of muscle. He seemed unbothered that his face was marred by several crooked scars.
"I don't believe that I have ever heard a women threaten other women to not take her intimate apparel in such a way." He spoke with a slight awe, like someone seeing one of the wonders of the world.
"Lady Dyne is unique among noble ladies. Though she could be less forthright with some matters." Tiffaney was uncertain when it began, but she found herself making more and more excuses for her lord.
