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[greatlightother]

Who: Sveta and Dame Petronilla
When: Sunday Afternoon
Where: Petronilla's cabin
Warnings: Possible violence

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[damesuccubus]

Petronilla was still basking in the glow of the events that had taken place the previous day. She wasn't going to bear the shame of rejection from a one-armed peasant, especially when his reasons had been so exceedingly lame - his honour, his wife's honour, love - bah. What sort of excuse was that? She assumed that Edward Sexby was either hiding shame-faced in his cabin or had died from his injuries on the stairwell, but both options were equally pleasing to her.

The knock on her door surprised her; she was not expecting visitors. She approached the door warily, wondering if it was Sexby come to murder her for what she had done to him. Oh, she was hoping with all her might that he had died.

"Who goes there?" she called through the door. Perhaps it was her new warden, but she wasn't going to open the door until she had gotten a satisfactory response from the person on the other side.

[greatlightother]

The doctor leaned against the door for a moment, but instantly straightened up at the sound of the woman on the other side. Well, at least Sveta knew she was around, which hadn't been a problem until she actually reached the door. And by then, it had been too late to rethink the situation without feeling foolish.

"Svetlana. Your new warden. I was hoping we could speak, since we didn't have a chance yesterday."

[damesuccubus]

Ah. The warden. While she was bothered by the idea of having some sort of prison guard ordering her around, she wasn't too concerned with the idea. After all, she had lived with her brute of a husband and his lunatic father, and they had made her life absolutely miserable and had never given her a single moment of peace...save for when they went off to war, but that hardly counted.

"Give me a moment, I'm not fit for company," she said back through the door. She stepped back and examined her rings, deciding she'd go walking around her chamber for a minute or two while she made her new warden wait in the hallway.

[greatlightother]

Sveta did as she was asked, stepping back from the door. She clasped her hands together in front of her for a few moments before growing bored and then pulled out her communicator, reading through some of the text threads while she waited. Sveta was a patient woman when she needed to be.

After a couple of minutes, though, she grew worried and occasionally looked up to the door through her readings. She had an irrational fear that the woman had escaped somehow, but, of course, that was impossible.