Vyan was on his way to the dining hall when he saw Iyana climbing up the stairs, her gown all tattered and muddy. She looked like she had just wrestled a swamp and lost.
Iyana spotted him and immediately cut off his impending comment. "If you are going to say 'I told you so,' save it. I know. This was a catastrophically bad idea."
She pouted, surveying the wreckage of her once beautiful gown. "My poor dress. It never stood a chance."
Vyan rolled his eyes, descending the stairs at a leisurely pace. "No, that's not what I was going to say. I was just curious how your gown got so tattered from cleaning a simple stable."
"A simple stable?" she gasped dramatically, freezing mid-step. "In what twisted universe do you call that godown a simple stable? You have twenty horses, Your Grace! Twenty!"
"And here I thought I needed more," he mused, shaking his head in mock disappointment.
