[ She can't help it, she flinches to hear such a thing. It's not unheard of - she was a Queen, after all. Even within her husband's family history, she had heard of such things. The fight between Gangadhar's father's wives. How they had torn each other apart because of the chance at a throne. When in the end, it had gone to neither of them. Old Aurangzeb fighting with his brother and father and locking them both away for a chance to the throne.
She knew how it happened. When the blood was royal, it became a poison. Consuming and consumptive of the person. Had she not done the same? She had not looked back when she had ordered Malhari's death. Simply because she could not afford a traitor in her walls, he had died in a back courtyard before the battle.
But her guts twist to hear it - it's plain she is fond of the Countess, more than fond. Of her husband too. She would not have allied herself to them if she thought them unworthy of such. Her jaw sets, she swallows roughly and - ]
Miles, I am to guard your - your grandmother, am I supposed to let this happen?
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She knew how it happened. When the blood was royal, it became a poison. Consuming and consumptive of the person. Had she not done the same? She had not looked back when she had ordered Malhari's death. Simply because she could not afford a traitor in her walls, he had died in a back courtyard before the battle.
But her guts twist to hear it - it's plain she is fond of the Countess, more than fond. Of her husband too. She would not have allied herself to them if she thought them unworthy of such. Her jaw sets, she swallows roughly and - ]
Miles, I am to guard your - your grandmother, am I supposed to let this happen?