"Still having trouble with letting go?" Lady Dyne asked her heir as the two had breakfast together. Lady Dyne was always working on something but decided to come out and recharge her Tiffaney energy. When she found out about the king's letter, the lord was indifferent. This was the reality of politics, of lordship. When her daughter took the token of Rosewood, she inherited the rite and responsibility that went with it.
The only regret is that she wished the responsibility wasn't so bitter.
"I know these are terrible people but the best I can do is release them." Even with her full might as a steward the brunt of the fighting and suffering would fall on to the ordinary citizens of Rosewood. The mystique of the ghost lands that was Dyne territory would protect its inhabitants.
