Six months down, three to go.
Given that most of her normal activities (ex. war, drinking, picking fights) are off-limits, Mary Anne has set up shop in one of the smaller rooms of the castle. It looks like some sort of entertaining-guests-with-tea-and-gossip room; she's made it a reading-the-classics-to-her-child room.
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After all, Numbers, Zodiac, Tarot... they all come from the same place, so one home is another's.
She's heard the whispers among their kind about Ruin's wife.
(Four hundred and twenty years together barely spent four with me and now--)
Coira lets herself into the tea room-like place and watches Mary Anne through veiled, narrow eyes. There is quite a lot of hatred in her too-blue eyes, and perhaps behind that a shitload of jealousy.
Not that she'd ever admit to that part of it.
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Mary Anne looks up from the book, marks her place with a finger and smiles.
It is a very sharp smile.
"Coira. What brings you here?"
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"I came to see if the muttering were true. Ruin's whore is bearing him a child after all these years. Did he threaten to finally leave you? Having his child won't keep him close, you know."
Her tone is bitter and acidic, her eyes cold.
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She swings her feet off the couch, but doesn't yet stand.
"And as for my husband, he didn't leave when I told him, he hasn't left yet, and given that this is only our first child, I don't expect him to leave for a while yet."
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