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[lot_in_life]

“And this was my mother’s chamber - ‘s yours now,” Lot said, leaning in to push the door all the way open and stepping back to let his new bride go in alone, “Tell me what you want to change - or the steward, if you’d rather, which you might, bein’ as how they’re your staff now…”

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[anna_morcades]

Anna nods mutely, still half-hidden in her heavy cloak. Nothing diplomatic comes to mind, and she's too tired, too cold, too dismayed to complain prettily.

[lot_in_life]

Lot looks at her, nervousness shining through his usual air of self absorbed confidence.

"Fire's made up," he says, "Need tea?"

[anna_morcades]

What she really needs is to throw a fit, scream and throw things, but that's going to have to wait. "Ay."

[lot_in_life]

"Right. I'll. Get that." Let you settle in, he hopes she hears.

[anna_morcades]

"My lord." She laces her hands together tightly in front of her, and does not give way.