"He is Steward, not King," she says slowly. "And it would look ill indeed, to use my position so." Which isn't a no. Worrying at her lip, she crosses the cell to sit beside him on the bed, smoothing down her skirts again. "...Did you attack the ship, or did they come upon you? I can speak in your defence, if the second, for you have committed no crime in our lands, and so they cannot hold you."
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Date: 2016-01-28 10:44 pm (UTC)